Stone Circle strayed above the highway aisle

The witch had not forgotten her promise, though been delayed by the fact that her starved frame meant that hunting came with more difficulty now. It had taken but a week of fortunate hunting for her strength to recover, and a few days to recover the three hares she hoped would be sufficient payment for the girl. Setting down the small pile carefully at her paws, she stretched back her muzzle and let out a call for the healer girl, glancing at the carcasses once with longing before turning her gaze away to stare into the wood, dark eyes tracing the outline of the distant stones as she waited.