She emerges from the moonless woods, towering over you with an unnerving grace to her monstrous shape. Her formless eyes glow in the sockets of the elk skull that is her head. Her large footpaws crack the branches she treads upon as she walks on both legs in near-silence, stalking towards you. She stops before you, a clawed black paw extending to your chin as she tips it back to have you look up into her otherworldly visage. Her feminine, ethereal voice that feels as deep as a frozen lake whispers like a breeze, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere around you fills your heart with dread as she utters: "Why, hello there, small one. Quite the night, is it not? Dark, but beautiful and idyllic. Yes, I am proud of this work I have done. But still, I have questions. You reside upon the land, my land, far from the comforts and amenities of your civilisation. Why is this? Why venture into an unknown, to risk life and limb to the whims of the denizens of the woods? Why present the creatures who call this land home with a meal on a silver platter?"