Zelata

« The old woman stood straight and tall before him, and in spite of her ragged garb, her features, clear-cut and aquiline, and her keen black eyes, were not those of a common peasant woman. She called to the wolf and it trotted to her side like a great dog and rubbed its giant shoulder against her knee, while it gazed at Conan with great green lambent eyes. Absently she laid her hand upon its mighty neck, and so the two stood regarding the king of Aquilonia. He found their steady gaze disquieting, though there was no hostility in it.
“Crom!” muttered Conan, staring at the old woman. “Are you a magician, too?”
“I am Zelata,” she said. “The people of the valleys call me a witch.” »

Robert E. Howard - The Hour of the Dragon