Hut of the Mad Witch of the Western Wild
Sara's Humble Abode for the Restoration of all Beasts.
Birds chirp loudly as the day goes by, wild dogs bark, and cats meow. Indeed the little hut in the middle of nowhere seems like a shelter for animals. A crude sign stands in front of it. Human Trespassers, Ye’ve been warned to stay away! A little wolf has been drawn, smiling a toothy grin, as if waiting for the next victim. If one ignores the sign and enters the abode, half of it is as it seems. Animals roam the building, chasing and playing with one another. Birds swoop down, landing on anything that is stable enough. Indeed the place is wild. However, underneath the mess, underneath the animals stands a table. Roots, plants, food, even a bowl of water, all lay around. Bowls that have been clearly used time and time again lay scattered about. Powder lines them, as fine as dust. One may think the building abandoned, except the fire, that fire that constantly burns, water boiling over it. A cackle might be heard from behind the intruder. For most, that is enough to cause panic and for them to flee the building. For who wants to mess with the Mad Witch of the Western Wild? For that is who clearly lives here.
She prefers to be called Sara though. And this is her abode.