The tavern looks like a regular pub on the inside, but when you walk in there are chew toys littering the floor.  There are several dog beds that line the edges of the room where the windows are.  The bartender has a uniform on that is covered in bones
The werewolves tavern, Tavern
cat
the witch
I am the with that lives in the woods near the village. The villagers fear me and they are afraid to enter the woods near my cabin. I spend my nights collecting medicinal plants to use in my potions.
A cat and a rat, but no wolf to be found... and in their own den! Ha. Puuuurrrrfect, I say! Who would want to be in the presence of a dumb old wolf! You and I would get along just well. Now I see why all the other witches keep a cat around! Indeed! Do tell, why would a creature of magic come to such a place with such rancid brutes? Just passing through to collect a few things! A witch is nothing without the items to make her concoctions! Indeed! And a cat is no cat without her claws! It looks like in here is a feast for you. The wolves must not be such great hunters. Indeed. You see the results of their defenses written in blood there by the window. One old fool was enough to send them in a panic, and they only managed to take down his apprentice.   It seems that way. Good thing for me, though. Plenty of ingredients on this one! Oh? What do you intend to do with that, good lady? Fingernails and toenails are common ingredients among my spells. Interesting... tell me. Is an enchanted calico not also a necessity for witches?