Mazikeen wonders idly what sort of message Gale will give the boy’s mother - the white pegasus that had, understandably, been a little nervous back in Taiga. ‘Ma’ as the yearling had called her. She feels no guilt over taking the son of another mare and means to make the best of it. Gale has Bolder’s attention now and Mazikeen continues to play her part quietly, encouraging looks and smiles that soften her intense eyes.
Bolder tells them of the shapes he’s taken and Mazikeen shines with pride - delighting in each animal he mentions, each attempt that he had taken to learn a little more even when he couldn’t make it here to Hyaline. There was so much that they could teach him here, so many new animals that they could show him so he could learn absolutely everything that he was capable of.
When Gale shifts into a wolf and turns his head to her, she follows suit - quickly becoming a white wolf with ink-black paws. It’s a shape she’s worn often, the first shape she had worn hunting with Daye (though her version of hunting with that rose wolf was vastly different than what she participates in with Gale). She is fond of it, and the combination of this familiarity and Bolder’s innocent eagerness makes the smile in her eyes bright enough that it almost perfectly matches how her smile had been before.
Not having any other words to add, she yips excitedly - the tail behind her wagging much as it had when she had become a dog for Bolder - and encourages him to join them in this shape. Even if it's not perfect, Mazikeen thinks it will mean everything if he tries.
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