Bayou's parted lips twitched, much in the manner of an expectant cat. Chittering in silence, with a subtle and dull clicking caused by her teeth as they connected then repulsed; her lower jaw hinged, undecided if it should set itself to a close or remain open and ready to bite.
She was not so foolish to believe the stranger's query, but she would be amiable. Time was needed if she was to find any sort of treasure. The crow-faced girl turned her putrid eyes upon the stranger, and gave a sweeping nod, which settled her nerves - her head once again close to the soil.
"Oui, oui, fresh blood indeed,"
Vague, but enough of a response to count. A thick accent wrapped about the syllables, showing how truly alien the girl was from the lands. Bait, perhaps, or simply something unavoidable. Bayou kept an ear trained upon the stranger but returned to her scuffling antics. Eager, always, to find a prize.
Her beaked face plunged in to a fresh mound of dirt and toppled it, but found nothing, and was forced to move on - delving deeper.