"Nothing wrong with ritual sacrifice" he said boldly. "If you truly understand it's purpose" he added. "Once I could not bleed, nor could I weep. I could not be as humans are, or living things. Through ritual, through sacrifice, and through the actions of men, I became more like them in some ways" He ran a nail along the palm of his hand. From the cut, blood seeped out, and dripped down his wrist. "And there are things men can offer than we cannot" he explained.
"Blood sacrifice, for example, must have reasoning. This blood flows here to mark the river of my life, this body dead, marks all I am willing to give. All I am willing to do. The soul of those sacrificed are blessed and walked with me in my great Forest. And the men who performed such rituals and prayer were in turn blessed so that they could keep their families alive during the winter. Find good strong beasts with thick hides and plentiful, healthy meat. I did not bless their crops, as it was not my place to do so. But I blessed their hunt, and gave them safe passage through my domain"