When the stranger surfaced and spoke, the girl lifted her head and turned her body. Yellow eyes flashed bright and sharp, their intensity highlighted by the darkness of her gaunt face and the snow. She keened a noise - an indeterminate mewling with a flash of her teeth.
But the sneer begot a smile, a curling of the corners like old wallpaper exposing a deeper, darker interior. "Oui, perfection, I am perfection," she chided and rolled her body, sliding her shoulder and hip in to the snow.
A trained ear was left to catch further conversation, and with a twist of her head, Bayou returned to watching the plump rodent's body as it sat and soaked. In time it would grow rigid and maybe - if she was hungrier then - the girl would begin to pick at it's body like a vulture upon carrion.
Lest this fool remained, and thought to steal it from her.