Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

"Bon garçon" she leers, her sightless gaze focused on him before whipping away. The spook approaches the altar, staring down at it before she smears the blood on it. Her injured neck lowers, rubbing against it. Then she places her jaw, letting the blood drip.

"Blood of fertile man and fertile woman" she drawls, her chest seemingly echoing the words through it "ribs of the nourisher" her maddened stare looks to the doe's bones "and feathers and talons of the seeker..." with a crack she rips off the bird feet, depositing them and feathers on the altar.

She begins to hum again, swaying slightly in an invisible breeze. Clean thy earth of burden, of poison. Gift only the strong and willing... She gathers the items between her paws, giving them a brief shake. seep thyself into bones, blood and womb... she says nothing to him, uttering a tune as she works. 

And after a few seconds, it is done. "The earth is clean" she utters "and ready to receive the season's... burdens."