Ankyra Sound out of the will came life

With the weeds and the now crushed crab in her mouth, it became obvious enough to the witch that she might need a place to depose her ingredients should she desire to make something potent enough for the little wolf boy. Piercing eyes try to scour the lands for someplace good, only to get distracted as the boy decided to take it up on himself to hunt another scuttle bug and bring it to her. With a nod of approval (mouth too full to speak), she tilts her head to invite him to continue following while she sought a place to put their stuff and search for the final ingredients.

A stone is what she chose. Flat enough with which she could crush them all up later, she spits out the stuff and turns to him once more. Only a few moe things, wouldst thou like to join me or guard our stash? With a curious twist of her crown, she leaves it up to him to either stay or come with her while he hunted down the final things... I want shells, sea snails, and moe crabs. She pondered out loud should the boy be listening.

And off she went to go and gather each ingredient, every time her mouth became too full she would bring them back and run back out. it was only until they found enough of everything did she begin to stomp on the things, the shells cutting into her paws but it didn't matter... One moe thing behoveful. She looks to him with a stern eye. Thy blood, to assign the spell thee.  Just some few.