Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Lips purse as she notes how very difficult it is to find what she seeks. It is then Clarice notices a bush, and from it is red baneberry; a true surprise. She had recalled too late that baneberry could be found near streams and thickets. This was open land. And this was the only baneberry to be found. The witch leaves it, knowing an unsuspecting being would be hungry and sooner choke upon what they perceived to be berries than try their hand at typical flowers. She could reap more benefits from letting it alone...
xxxxSo she searches for other poisonous items. She would find Foxglove, but not here—
xxxx(You are walking. He is coming, he is beside you.)
xxxxShe turns to look to the old man, her father, who she had left many-a-time behind. Perhaps once it was spite. But Clarice, the next time, was simply a selfish woman. Not even he had been a part of her designs. She lived to please Him and no other. Still, she had been looking for him. And so her own gaze lights up. He has brought you to me, she chirps, I have pleased Him. This she says with pride, and her chest swells. She notes the caked blood upon her chest and furrows her brow, stopping, and beginning to clean it roughly with her tongue. (You have pleased Him.) Her icewater eyes glow as she hears this, white furs clinging to her tongue as she presses them down into subordination to her will, begone, fox blood—you have served your purpose.