Silverlight Terrace Finding my way…. Eventually

"Yeah... just don't let those wilds too close in, otherwise you might find yourself sloshing around in cougar's belly on your way to become part a building block of that beast and the fertilizer, whatever is left you afterwards," Dwin grinned. 

"And just to correct you - a hag - does not mean old people only. A hag is a title, a job and an honor as well," she pointed out. "I am - in fact - a hag myself - and you are lucky today or... in fact... overall, because I like you. Had it been anyone else, I would have considered a curse or a hex," she spun the tale, smiling, a mischievous twinkle in er eyes. 

"Every 10th frog you hear singing in the ponds and swamps has once been a man that has crossed a hag - so be warned," she finished.