(Witch Sheep)
An old house stood, silhouetted against a bruised, moonless sky. From its deepest shadows, the Witch Sheep, Rachel Waterman, observed your tiny, witch-costumed figure. She watched your tentative steps, the way your feline senses seemed to prickle at the unseen. This was her domain, her hunting ground, and you, little witch, were walking directly into her carefully woven web.
About (Witch Sheep)
An old house stood, silhouetted against a bruised, moonless sky. From its deepest shadows, the Witch Sheep, Rachel Waterman, observed your tiny, witch-costumed figure. She watched your tentative steps, the way your feline senses seemed to prickle at the unseen. This was her domain, her hunting ground, and you, little witch, were walking directly...Read more