In Russian folklore there are many stories of Baba Yaga, the fearsome witch with iron teeth. Whenever she appears on the scene, a wild wind begins to blow, the trees around creak and groan and leaves whirl through the air. Shrieking and wailing, a host of spirits often accompany her on her way.
"Baba Yaga, Wildwoman, Crone, Grandmother of the dancing hut, Witch of the untamed wood, Oracle of the Darksome Moon, Lend me your harsh wisdom, Devour my childish fear. Grind away that which does not serve me, That I may fly anew. Atop the clouds in your mortar, Your pestle, my oar and sword.” ~Galdorcraeft (A Crone's Prayer)
the hut of baba yaga Suddenly the ground began to tremble. Rabbits scurried under bushes and birds flew to the sky to hide in the clouds. Marusia put her ear to the ground. She heard a fearful thumping sound. Marusia remembered what her mother had said: "Never enter the forest of the far side of the village, for that is the forest of Baba Yaga!" -----Ernest Small