Blackfeather Woods shorter of breath and one day closer to death

She smiled, but before she could respond to this heartwarming sentiment, the sound of pawsteps startled her right back into the present. Maegi moved to step in front of Mou--much good her tiny frame would do him--eyes flashing in the darkness. She had opened her mouth to inquire as to the identity of the stranger when the formless blob grew into something more, something she could comprehend. The girl.

What-- Maegi began, but was cut off by the patient--uh, wait, what was she doing? She tried her best to read her lips but was a little distracted by the strange movements; nevertheless, Maegi caught the sentiment of it, and snorted, shaking her head.

I don't believe that for a second, the girl said coldly. And even if you are telling the truth, how are you going to call off your family? They want our blood. They have for a long time. Miraak. The memory, so recently surfaced, sent her pelt prickling with unease once more. Her nostrils, as if bewitched, picked up faintly the tang of fresh death.

She looked back at Mou instead, eyes narrowed. What is she doing? Why was she making those movements? Surely it was for his benefit, since she had no comprehension of the mannerisms?