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

Quietly, she crept next to Reed, rising like a flower in a spring meadow--slowly but surely. The horse shook its head, sending its hair flying, but eventually went back to grazing, large eye swiveling in its long head. Maegi looked at Reed, a genuine smile blooming over her face. To be so close. . .it seemed a kind of magic, really.

"They're beautiful," she whispered, looking back at the horse. "Do we. . .we don't hunt them, do we?" Rabbits, shrews, squirrels--all of these creatures were so wholly unimpressive to her that she'd never really minded making them her dinner. Even deer, she could stand. But these magnificent animals--how could they hunt them down? Their faces were so wise, Maegi couldn't help but think they knew something that she didn't.