Mazikeen had also lost track of time, but that’s what happens when you’re having fun. In the end, only one of the shadows had come - it was smaller than she had expected (though she fully plans on inflating its size in the stories she tells of it afterwards). She’s sure she killed it even though there’s no carcass, which helps those inflation intentions but the fact that it has disappeared is disquieting. She hopes the sea has just claimed it but the abilities of these creatures are still unknown to her and so she does not relent in her patrol.
She’s shifted back into herself after the scuffle, making sure that the wounds she had earned were not deep or serious, but she kept the eyes of the lion to help her see more easily. Her hoof-falls are quiet on the sand and Maze is contemplating a bath in the ocean when movement catches her attention. Not from the shore but from the direction where Gale had gone. There’s a distracting moment where she’s worried one of the creatures had slipped by her unnoticed but it is soothed away as she closes the distance and Gale speaks.
Mazikeen comes to stand a few paces away, amusement wrinkling her face. She looks down at herself, at the splattering of dark red and black on her white coat. “What do you mean is that you? It’s not that much blood.” At least half of it wasn’t hers anyway, though now that she thinks about it she’s not sure it is at all blood that’s pumping through the veins of the monsters. Better to think of it as blood, though, than consider the other possibilities.
Those feline eyes now they focus on the feathered wings resting at Gale’s sides. Only, they aren’t the white ones he had during their battle and her head may have gotten rattled by a monster but she’s pretty sure he had no wings at all when he had walked away to nap. So where did these black ones come from?
“Wait. Did you seriously grow wings while you napped?”
@[Gale]