"She sat in the silver moonlight, her breath fast, her heart pounding, her long, silky jackrabbit ears twitching at every sound. Her eyes were dark in a pale, human face. The Hounds had run her to exhaustion. But she must not sleep, for she had promised that she would watch over this land tonight. Who was it she had promised? The Spine Witch, or the Wood Mage, or perhaps even the One-Who-Sleeps -- she was going to have to remember now. To resist the pull of the animal-self and be present in this place and time, walking that linear human path that went so against her nature."

-- Terri Windling, The Wood Wife