Ms. Willow, the Wandering Wooden Witch from the Woods

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"You need to go WHERE?" The wolf's eyes went as large as saucers. "But..! But..! That's on the other side of..." he gulps, and whisper-screams, "the woods!" You warily glance at the place in question. Full of scarce bushes and trees, it didn't look very intimidating. In fact, it didn't look that big either... You approach the woods a bit more to get a better look, ignoring the sudden onrush of panicked warnings coming from the wolf that had talked to you. As you get closer to the edge of the trees, you realize none of them had any leaves on their branches, including the bushes. Which is normal. Heck, it's FALL for Pete's sake. After studying the trees, you look to the forest floor, expecting to see it covered in a thick layer of leaves. The ground was bare. Now that... THAT was weird... "We reallllyyyy shouldn't be this close to the woods... especially at night!!" the wolf shout-whispers at you. Ignoring him again, you walk closer, and peer deeper into the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of the other side of the forest. Despite having few trees, and no leaves on those trees, mind you, all you saw was a dense, overwhelming blackness the deeper you stared into the woods. It looked like the trees got much thicker and more bunched together the farther you went into the woods, and... something... was in there...

You break out of your daze when the wolf grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you roughly. "...OU HEAR A WORD I SAID AT ALL!!!" You blink at him, startled, "What?" He stares at you, horrified, grabbing your paws and dragging you back away from the woods. You comply, not sure what had just happened. "You were staring off into the woods for like... TEN FULL MINUTES!! You're not supposed to get too close to the trees or they'll suck you in..." the wolf kept nervously glancing over his shoulder.

"I don't think ANYONE would be willing to take you through there... well..." he hesitates. "If Miss Willow was around, I bet she'd escort you..." he trailed off, but his eyes suddenly light up as he gestures behind him. "Why, there she is now..."

You turn to see a wolf made out of... a tree. Branches are sticking out of her in every which way, some even piercing through her lavish gown and hat. There seems to be a green aura surrounding her. She graciously bows, wand in her paws, eyes glowing green. "Did someone call me...?" Her thick accent makes her a little difficult to understand, and you can't quite place it. British? Australian? American? Strange clothes... wields a wand... glows green... made of wood... It takes less than a second for you to form your realization. "You... you're a witch!"