Mazikeen always seems to be in a foul mood when they hunt for their own kind, though it is not the hunt itself that ever bothers her. After that first time, the rest have always occurred when she is pissed about something. This time is no different than when they went to Islandres except that she is not sulking in the trees. She is moving with Gale, the pair of them and their fury dancing around the bear and tearing pieces wherever they can and Mazikeen lets all of her troubled thoughts fade away.
She had just been tossed aside and is preparing to launch back when she sees a wall of ice slam against Gale. Mazikeen is distracted, breathing heavily, waiting for those seconds to pass until Gale is on his feet again.
There is nothing in her heart, distracted as she is. Whatever worry there would have been having been taken from her, and even the confusing mix of relief and satisfaction is muted as she remains plunged in bloodlust. She looks back at their prey in time to see the glacial sheet coming her way and she leaps out of the way but only fast enough to clear most of her body. It collides with her hip and sends her splashing into the nearby river.
She lets all of her frustration fuel her anger as she quickly stands, but this time she does not lose control. This time fire erupts around her - a thin line but it burns bright. She shifts into a large phoenix - one of her legs hanging limply beneath her as she rises up out of the way of the next ice sheet pushed her way. Mazikeen moves so that the horse is between her and Gale.
The fire of her feathers do not harm her but she feels like she is burning anyway and she welcomes the pain in her hip as it further helps to drown out her troubled thoughts. The wide, fear-and-angry eyes of this stranger connect with hers and that is when she replies to Gale in a cool voice, wanting to be heard by both. “Snap his legs.” She wasn’t done with this bear-stallion, not yet. “I want him alive when we start to feast on him.”
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