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

"No, me neither," Maegi agreed, gazing a little lovingly at the horses. Perhaps if she were human, Maegi would be vegetarian; as it stood, wolves needed meat--but it seemed grotesque to take meat from animals so beautiful. She was glad that Undersea, at least according to Reed, didn't make the creatures their quarry. Fish for dinner was fine with her.

"Thanks," she said to the russet girl, looking over at her with a lopsided smile. If they had gotten off on the wrong foot, Maegi was ready to shift back to the right one. She saw herself in Reed, the quick wit and intelligence of a girl almost a woman. That wit would put them at odds, naturally, but it was better to quarrel than to blindly follow.

It was, perhaps, the beginning of a beautiful, albeit tenuous, friendship.