Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

AW! But preferable nobody from Sleeping Dragon :)

With Thuringwethil's directions, it didn't take him long to reach the outskirts of the woodland. He had made sure to role generously in a patch of mud, not only to veil his encounter with the dark ruler but also to tone down the brilliant white tufts of fur that made up his pelt. Now, as he padded beneath the canopy of autumnal leaves, he wasn't so obvious, blending into the brown shades that made up the forest.

Heda had made his task clear, and so the fellow kept his auds pricked and his eyes alert for any movement of such.