Hideaway Strath and you will never unbecome it.

Maiken was unsure what to think of this new boy and for a moment, she was felt a brief flare of panic. Had she made monster from a meek mouse. Surely not. What was the harm in knowing herbs and toxins. She herself did not worry that he would utilize them on her or any others. She and Arlette were too well versed in such things, that he would not be able too.

Maiken dipped her head. AH I see. I have met a few like that through my life. Perhaps someday when I am old and bent. I'll be such a wolf as a swamp witch myself.

Her culture spoke of such women in hushed voices, with fear and awe and an ugly thing too. They were too strange. Too different and like all culture's they feared what they did not understand. Maiken knew this to be true. It was one of the reasons. She bore the scars from teeth and claws, her father did not understand her and thus he had made his fear known with physical marks.

Muck hides many things. It is one of those, you must look deeper than the surface.