GROOOOIIINK!
Her increasingly bestial cries echoed in the night air as she stumbled out of her cabin on unsteady hooves. She'd been told by the elders of the coven not to meddle with such things...to do no harm, to not engage in cruel or vengeful spellcraft. She knew she shouldn't. But the client was paying her well to curse his ex...and then she'd lost control of the magick.
As her grunts and squeals rang out, her tortured mind realized too late that no bounty was worth this cost. Her fate was sealed...even lurching out here was an admission that there was no going back; being trapped indoors as a pig would've been a slow death sentence. Better to try her luck outside, maybe find a farm, where she could indulge her growing instincts...