Witch's Marsh Trashin' the camp

The land here is hard enough for her to use a long dried out branch to swipe through the clearing, removing the leaves, small twigs and rocks that cluttered the dirt in front of her abode. The movement is a bit harder for her to do than expected, but the woman succeeds in moving the clutter to a pile, far from the mouth of her den, gradually building it with each swipe. She stopped, the sound of birds' chirps and voices nearby distracting her from her task. With annoyed huff, she dropped the makeshift "broom", storming over to rage at the loud creature.

She snorts with laughter at the eventual sight of a woman, being attacked by birds. The sight would have been an omen had she been in the right mood, or better yet, if they were the right birds, but Božena could only laugh at the woman as she was attacked by the aggressive little creatures. You're too close to zheir homes!