Of course her mother would be a witch. She represented just about everything his church stood against. He should hate her, it was his sworn duty to hunt things like her but he didn't hate her. He found himself ever-increasingly curious about her, if not a bit concerned about things like an invitation to drink her blood. In an instant, she changed completely. dancing and skipping ahead, she was quite the site. An odd mix of unnatural beauty. He couldn't shake the surrealness of the situation. "Oh.." he said to her offer "I don't think..." It was too late, she was already summoning more of her creatures. The shadows made his skin crawl as they took shape. He tensed for a moment, in case they decided to attack them, but it never came. "I don't know about this..." he said nervously. He didn't want to ride one of these things. He should have brought his horse. He looked around. "ughh..fine" he finally said, giving in. "Please don't eat me." he said reaching out a hand as he slowly approached the wolf. He inched closer and closer before he finally was touching the creature. He swallowed. "This is such a bad idea..." he mumbled before throwing his leg over and pulling himself up. He wavered slightly for a moment before catching his balance.