Blackfeather Woods you've got to ste[m] the evil tide

The growing ire in the woman's voice was what prompted her to act. The movement was more like a burst, a spasm, lifting her to precarious footing and then towards the altar. Parvati nearly slammed in to it she was so volatile in her response; staggering, bracing against the stone surface as the pale woman made her demands - her pleas - her promises.

She spoke of gods again, but the woman didn't really notice. She saw the rabbit so close to her now. It smelled fresh. It looked plump and perfect - and she was so, so hungry. Parvati was a voracious beast; she had been left in that cave for so long, starving, debased, fed only in increments meant to unhinge her mind and finally she was at a point of utter compliance.

The woman dove towards the rabbit and ripped it to pieces. There wasn't much left when she was finished. However, Parvati had eaten so fast that her body could not compensate for the sudden rush of rich, fatty meat - and before she could even turn away from the altar, a wave of raggedy rabbit came right back up and splattered across the stone slab.