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

Maegi nodded, lowering herself instinctually. She crept behind Reed, keeping her eyes fixed on the horses, their round feet and their big eyes. Everything about them seemed at once terrifying and soothing, and it was this mixture that kept her on her toes, ready to flee at a moment's notice. There were a lot of them, too, and they were much bigger than she was. That was scary in and of itself.

She wanted to continue to ask Reed more questions--what was that plant over there? or this stone over here?--but knew she had to be quiet, and saved them for later. It was hard to move as stealthily as her new acquaintance, with her bad paw, but she did her best, maybe looking more like a hermit crab than an eel.

Closer and closer they got. Maegi waited for some sort of, like, signal from Reed on what they were actually doing, glancing back and forth between the horses and the ruddy girl.