Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

Her stomach growled. She licked her maw again and the sickening sweet smile which spread over her features never lessened even as the pup spat insults at her. Blood is blood-deer, rabbit, wolf... Calling her disgusting was no less then calling himself such every time he had himself a meal. She was lying, however. Because if there was not something to divine, so special about the blood of the young and innocent...well, Rosina wouldnt be the witch she was, would she? 

Then, all fun and games ceased at the voice of another. Silence your little tongue before I rip it out. I promise you, I'm more swift then they. She hisses out the sharp words to the boy in warning, made to hush him on the spot as she turns to trot over into the direction of their visitor. Oh hello. No trouble at all here, dear. She speaks, a smile, a classic act as she looks over the quite lithe, pretty woman.