Hushed Willows he walks on the thorny warpath to the heavens

The witch made her way through the new lands she had discovered. Or, well, she supposed they were already discovered, but not by her yet. She had to say, the place was as beautiful as her former home among the band of hippie-like creatures. They had traveled far and wide, and yet this foreign place outmatched everything she had ever seen in beauty and might alone. How she wished to set up camp here! The willows were simply perfect for the calmness she seemed to live in and they promised a wide arrange of herbs for her to stack up on.

Without a single care did she snap a branch in half beneath her ashy paws, unknowingly setting another upon her trail. It was never her intention to spook or bring discomfort to another, and yet it always seemed the elder woman's fate.