The Sylvil looked around, not noticing until now how deep into the woods they really were.
"W-Wait...this is..."
"You know, there's a story about these woods. How there's an evil witch who's lived here for hundreds of years, feeding off naughty hares and leaf eaters who wander too far from home." Blythe moved closer to them and they all took an immediate step away from her.
"Y-You...!!"
"You're the...!!"
"Tut tut," Blythe mockingly cooed, her long fluffy tail splitting into nine, green eyes glowing with haunting menace, "bad manners to come into someone's home as you have. You've gone and upset my good nature."