[No rush. I just needed them to meet ;-; @Volterra ]

Mal and Tae were hunting. 

It was true that the girl did not actually like the taste of blood. It tasted acrid and metallic on her tongue, much to her displeasure. Something about drinking milk and eating grass struck her as so common place. So lower class. But the meat had twisted her gut painfully when once she tried to eat a squirrel, and the taste lingered on her tongue for days. Clearly her body rejected the notions of her mind, but no matter. She didn't need to eat the things that she killed - not with Mal with her now. 

The small black pup stalked through the dense foliage and Tae followed. Her banded wings were tucked tightly against her flanks so that they would not rustle. Her pale eyes were focused on the small black tail pointing towards her, as the wolf pup silently moved forward. His nose was so much better than her own, and now that his primal and feral thoughts invaded her own, she too was privy to the world of smells that she had previously been ignorant of. She smelled fear, and fat. Even though her stomach had rejected her attempt to eat meat, the scent of something fatty still made her mouth water. The fatter it was, the larger its pelt would be. It would be a fine present for Grusha.

Don't tear it.

The pup's pale golden eyes - only a few shades darker than her own - looked backwards sharply. His small mind went ?????????????????? in confusion. We must preserve the pelt. She responded silently, her voice confident, reassuring. The pup narrowed his eyes to slits, but agreed implicitly. Tae's will was far too strong for him to overrule. 

She felt Mal's eyes lock upon something, and the two pounced at the same time. Tae soared over the black wolf; his teeth locked upon the throat of a fat raccoon, while her hooves slammed down onto its spine, shattering it instantly. As the thrill of murder overwhelmed her system, the magic she had been born with suddenly inflated her body. Suddenly the outer parts of her appearance began to bleed away into silvery smoke - as if she was no more than a ghost being tentatively held together. Her dark body paled and she looked like the spirit of a pegasus accompanying the wolf.