The interior spoke of nature's best comforts, a floor of smooth stone akin to those you'd find in a blacksmith's forge, clean and flat. The hut was lit by small glowing plant bulbs that hung in the closest thing that could serve for corners in a rounded hut. In the middle a little fire surrounded by stones was heating up a small cast iron pot hanging by a little rod, bubbling contentedly. He could even spy a mattress of straw laying near the back. Primitive, but comfortable in this kind of condition.
But his eyes now were drawn to the left side, a large oaken chair stood and was sat upon by a woman. She was draped in forest green and ash grey robes with a leafy texture to them, ragged hems that spoke of age. The lady occupying these garments looked somewhat middle aged, a youthful face with fading blonde hair that would one day become white. Around her sat more foxes, about 3 in total as the one whom had led him in sat at her feet, looking toward the incomer. A younger fox laid in the woman's lap as she was feeding it from a small earthen jug. Once he was inside, she looked down to her recent incoming fox.
"Oh Brownie... what have you brought upon my doorstep?" She then looked up to greet him. "Greetings traveller. I am Sorreau of these woods."