Witch's Marsh ach, ich bin des Treibens müde!

The cawing of a jay alerted the witch to a possible intruder in her domain. Donning on her skull face mask, she stalked through the marsh on lithe paws, naturally mindful of her footsteps as second nature as she quickly made her way through the bog. Muck stuck to her paws but they didn't sink despite them touching the sticky substance, she was a specter in the dank marsh, this was her home, and so who the hell was here to disturb her peace?

Upon arrival to where the jay was screaming, she eyed a wolf who caught a rodent. Wolves sometimes dropped by but it never ceased to confuse the coyote as to why, this place was miserable for them, so why would they ever come? say to me wolf, why are thou hither ? was this another one to send off with a curse?