Otter Creek Decode me

The name "Blackfeather woods" didn't ring a bell to Osprey and, even if Burke had added that he was not one of the "crazy ones" it would have meant nothing to her either. Just words. Whether there was some truth behind them or not, didn't matter. They would probably not meet each other again. Come to think of it... just like last time. Oh, well... fate was something that played with you rather than other way round.

She didn't reply right away, being busy with chewing, tearing the meat bit by bit and pausing a little every time she gulped it down, waiting for it to pass to the stomach. "Well... I am the hag of a forest," she said with a mischievous grin, leaning her head down to have a sniff at her paws that were now covered with blood. "Can't tell which one though. People are known for hunting witches down and burning them," she added.