Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

It was like watching a play, or a professional at work. The precision in the work kept his interest. She ignored his presence to focus on the art at hand, leaving him to just watch from the sidelines without needing to get his paws dirty. The last thing he wanted was to dig into a carcass once again, not unless it was absolutely necessary for survival at least. She was quick at work, knowing what to do exactly to make her... well, whatever it was. 

The humming only added to the cursed atmosphere, even if the foxy looking wolf from the canyons called herself a witch and was all kinds of flashy about her craft... this one was different, this came off as more of the type of magic he thought it was. Silent, meticulous, practiced, no need to show it off or prove herself - she believed in it, and that was all that mattered. Well, the other believed in herself too, but there was a naivety about her craft he found. 

Maybe that one was a new witch. 

Regardless of it all, he sat watching... listening to tune being hummed softly int he quiet woods.