Old Mother Feldra's Background

In the dark woods of the western Caphe near Tiatar, where the edge of the Quur’asha Mountains touches the trees, lived a hulking beast of a “woman” named Old Mother Feldra. She was well over six feet tall, with long, scraggly and greasy black hair and two milky yellow eyes reminiscent of melted, foggy suns. Her skin was stretched and black like a charred corpse, with a sagging potbelly. Her claws and teeth were filed to wicked points, and it is with these instruments that she works her craft: that of a seamstress. Feldra uses the skins of her prey to create all sorts of interesting creations. Her deerskin packs sell very well at market; the robes and dresses made from men and women that wander too close to her cave…not so much.
It’s not that Feldra bears any particular malice towards humanoids, she’s just often so hungry and their soft flesh is irresistible. She likes to hang them naked by their arms in her cave and feel their bellies and butts with her claws. So smooth. Later, she pokes a two-inch nail into their neck and opens an artery. She laps up the blood until her prey stops twitching, then lays them out for the skinning. With remarkable precision for a creature her size, she peels back the skin, cleans it by the pond near her cave and then hangs it to dry. Afterwards, she cuts out the choice pieces and begins her labor.
Recently, while washing a deer by the pond a swirling wehk (portal) opened with a thundering crack nearby. Through the hazy sheen she could see the backside of a building in another land. What kind of flesh could she find in this new world? Her gooey belly rumbled. She was so hungry.