Spike wraps an arm around her waist.  "Now don't be frightened by the looks of the shamaness.  She's gentle, really."  As they approach, Raven can see that though the house itself is modest in size, the doors and the scale of it are made for a...person...this is probably both rather tall and wide.  Spike knocks at the door, and the door opens a moment later.  "Ah, sweet William," a soft deep rumble that sounds oddly grandmotherly comes a moment before Raven can see the creature that is producing it.  A...hag, or a troll, or something else large and spectacularly ugly out of myth, stands before them, clad in a heavy robe hung with mystical medallions, bits of bone and fur, and other things Raven can't place.  The female...the large pendulous breasts visible under the robe make that much clear anyway...has greenish-grey mottled thick skin, a huge hooked pointed nose, sharp black teeth, and waist-length tangled thick hair that almost resembles seaweed.<br/><br/>Spike however moves forward to embrace the monstrosity, and smiles back at her.  "Malasha, this is Raven, my Claimed."  The creature beams a frightening smile at Raven.  "Welcome, child.  About time little William here had someone to take care of him, instead of the other way around.  Come in."