Cedar Sweep Say something awful

"Worshipping who exactly?" She's unsure if the words are fascinated, as she hears them to be, or disgusted. She seems unperturbed by his potential horror in her practices, licking the last of her own blood from the reopened wound with a dainty lap. She turned her eyes on him again, giving him a cursory glance. 

No, she would not reveal the ways she'd been taught just yet. The secrets of a coven were shared only amongst it's witches (a gender neutral term).

"You can't expect a girl to give up all her secrets, can you?" It's rhetorical for even if that is his intent, he's not likely to get answers from Pixie. 

"A view of what?" The bitch raised her brows, glancing around the nearly deserted forest. As far as she could see, they were the only lupines to be found.