Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer nodded once in acknowledgement of Ash Paw's words.
Meeting with the leader was to be expected; She was not surprised at this, but in all fairness, most things failed at making the witch feel any type of way. 
She was not an easy one to faze. 

"I would prefer to gather some more herbs to take with me on the journey with you, but I can always return another time." She mused. 
Winter was on the horizon, so the visit would need to be before the first snowfall.

"I am ready when you are." The Seer uttered then, a ghost of a smile on her vantablack features that aside from pastel gaze was hard to see in the limited sunlight from the thickness of the Woods.