Wheeling Gull Isle when she strut, she got (body and blood)

it seems her switch was a good one -- of course, she's not a fool -- and, pleased with herself, she smiles at maegi indulgently. the horses seem to have accepted their presence, doing their graceful horse-y things. maegi's question makes reeds face scrunch up uncertainly. "i don't.. believe so," she says trying to recall if she's ever seen horse meat in the cache -- she's been too young for pack hunts, after all. they don't act like prey animals and frankly she doesn't fancy trying to get near those hooves. "i can't imagine why you would," she adds to this effect, frowning slightly as she watches one graze close by.