The crone needed a walk. Or more her cabin needed a walk. The thing was starting to grow mold in strange places, and she didn't like how it was reacting to the castle. It was disturbing. The castle had yet to how the same sort of sentience the cabin did, and the crone knew that Eric certainly did not want that.
So, she was walking the cabin. It had taken some prodding and poking to finally get it to its feet, but it was up. Once it was up, it seemed more than willing to follow its mistress. A some distance anyway.
The small woman walked slowly and steadily, as if the pounding and bounding of a cabin on chicken legs were nothing. It didn't walk so close that it might upset her or trample her, but it was certainly close enough to appear to be following her. Stalking her?