And the stranger, still lurking, was coming too close. The spider refused to budge in some moments but would move with scattered steps towards the shadows, to put distance between her nimble noodle of a body and the black-faced girl. Couldn't be trusted, she thought with a clench of her teeth.
Bayou's face descended once more, this time towards a packed layer of dirt. She did not plunge deep, but instead chicken-scratched at the surface, pawing at the cold ground until it was loose enough so that her face could crane in close. Her lips parted, tongue tasting dirt as she went in for the steal, in time to hear the stranger's question.
When Bayou emerged this time her mouth held the plump figure of a cold body; a small furred thing, or feathered, it all tasted the same. The lifeless sack of meat and bone sagged against her tongue, halting any attempt to respond - and just in time, as the spider had no lie prepared.
Her eyes narrowed in to slits, which were oddly mirthful as they watched the slinking guard. Bayou crunched the body between her teeth, feeling some of the flesh give, while the majority of it was frozen and shot chills through her fangs. Ah well, it was worth it. It was time to leave now.
Without response the creature began to weave through the trees, this time picking up a bit of speed as her body doubled back towards the borders; she tried to be inconspicuous, as if she were patrolling, or taking the meal to someone of import; but Bayou knew she was found out. Perhaps she had known it all along, but it did not matter - the spider had found a morsel for her belly, and all was well.