Katakire

The winter morning was crisp and quiet, the world shrouded in a thick blanket of snow. Okkarr trudged through the frozen landscape, his breath visible in the cold air. In the distance, the faint smell of his grandmother's house reached his nostrils. It was a unique scent, a mix of pungent herbs and salted potions that lingered in the air like a mysterious fog. He knew that his grandmother, Uhma, was an adept sorceress, her knowledge renowned far and wide. On this particular morning, Okkarr had been sent to his grandmother's hold. Whether it was to be babysat or to learn a few things, he wasn't quite sure. The crunch of snow beneath his paws echoed in the silence as he approached the eccentric house, its walls adorned with strange symbols and glowing runes. The windows were frosted over, giving the impression that the house itself was enchanted. Pushing open the creaky door, Okkarr stepped inside. The interior was a chaotic blend of ancient tomes, bubbling cauldrons, and jars