With her bulk pressed against the other bear, she wraps her massive forearms around the midriff to hold it in place. If she was a more merciful creature she'd feel almost bad that her insistence on collecting the creature's blood had accidentally condemned it to death, but it's hard to feel guilty about anything when she's basking in the raw, savage spendour of being the beast. Ker's arrived by now and emits a somewhat startled squawk at the sight of her bonded wrestling a giant grizzly, but she stifles her surprise and circles the bear to wait for an opening.

The gargoyle looks to the colt as he lunges, then...hesitates. She growls, hoping she hasn't inadvertently aided a weakling, but these fears are quickly assuaged as the golden boy meets her eye then plunges his horn like a sword into the thrashing predator's throat. Blood splurts and the colt barely gets out of the way before the great, hairy body comes crashing down, resting prone and harmless on the forest floor. The filly unleashes a breath that she hadn't realised she'd been holding, disentangling herself from the bear's crumpled with a series of grunts and snarls. She can't help but be impressed at their handiwork - she's no stranger to killing, but save for the mare she helped Father destroy back when she was a newborn, she's never taken down something this big.

The power, the primitive thrill of knowing she's helped to bring death upon one of Helovia's greatest hunters...ah, it sends a shiver down her spine! With a happy shriek, Ker plummets from the sky and plants herself upon the bear's rump, sinking her beak into the grisly (and grizzly) flesh and filling her belly with savage glee. She keeps an eye on the hyena, but the creature seems rather more interested in the blood than the meat.

Oizys looks to the colt, a grin playing at the corner of her ursine muzzle. His words cause the grin to deepen, although it looks rather obscene on the face of such a powerful, brutish creature as the one whose skin she is currently wearing. "Hyenas, ash beasties, and murder?" She shakes herself, causing the swathes of thick black fur across her giant body to quiver and flow like a river across her bulk. "And bears," she adds, her frosty eyes twinkling with amusement. She can't help but notice how much the blood coating his face enhances his already handsome features; she's almost at the age where these things will begin to make sense, but right now it's more of an idle musing. She likes her men battle-fresh and blood-drenched, and there's no sweeter musk than the pervading odour of dead bear.

With another masculine-sounding grunt, the filly triggers her magic again. Shifting back to her natural horse form hurts less than shifting into other animals, but it still hurts and she fights to keep the pain from her face as her body twists, breaks and reforms back into its original hybrid state. Her harpy-scars ripple across the right side of her face as she offers a smirk, feeling rivulets of blood trickle from her lips and realising that it belongs to the bear. "Blood suits you," she observes, her now-equine gaze focused on the colt with the smallest hint of something darker flickering through her features.