"For what?" She parroted. The long body of the girl slouched over the carcass, and she slid down low enough for the dead creature to become a pillow to her chest and neck. Coiling upon it.
"The lavi. I must wait. Too much life inside!" The girl sounded exasperated, and in the end, her jaws snapped shut with a click of teeth. The witchling would not explain herself further - the boy was not privy to her secrets.
Bayou dragged a thin leg towards herself, perching it upon the body with a sense of possession overruling her judgement. What was he after? Was he here to wait as well, to steal? She clicked her tongue - clearly mad with hunger yet still avoiding the meal beneath - and allowed a sharp growl to begin in her chest.
She would not warn him further. A lashing tail was quick to drape across her hocks, to curl like a shadow around her crumpled form. Leave she was physically telling him. Mine her expression proclaimed.