Tyler
That overpowering sent of familiarity caught Maeves nose so quick that her body reacted by keeping her ears and tail in-tacked to her human form. For a moment, she growled again; showing her sharp teeth still. Her eyes met with the hunters when they began to shift, and that's when she realized this was no ordinary hunter.

"Oh? What is this? You're a wolf hunting it's *Own* Kind?"

She barked, the irritation in her voice not letting up. It was confusing at first, to think someone would go after their own, but after a good look at her, she realized that her sent was much different from her own. The shapeshifter sat up from her position, ultimately getting off of the girl and standing to her feet. Only to find a sharp pain ringing through her back to her shoulder blade. Maeve let out a low groan, reaching back to feel the small tear of skin followed by drops of blood down her fingertips. 

"Ngh.. What a way to start a day, am I right." She mumbled, glaring back at the hunter. "If you're that damn hungry go to one of the local taverns, I'm sure if you do a trick or two they'll give you all their left overs."

Snappy like always, Maeve then turned away to find her heading. She had no intentions of sticking around, and now that her meal was gone, it would take up more daylight to look for another. As she started onward, she held onto her back in pain and irritation. Damn hunters. They always seemed to ruin everything.
David
Roesia stood up as well and dusted herself off, her hood over her head having fallen down her back. She frowned slightly at the shapeshifters words, not entirely understanding where they came from. She widened her eyes before bursting out into a laugh. Roesia shook her head vigorously.

"Aha! I'm no shapeshifter, wolf. I am.. Well.. I.."

Roesia stuttered slightly before shying away. She then changed the subject entirely.

"I.. Tell you what. I will hunt us some dinner, and tend to your wound. Then we can each go on our merry ways."

Roesia followed after the shapeshifter, taking only a few steps forward before extending her hand. It was a peace trey of sorts. After all, Roesia had not only lost both their dinners, but she had also injured what she didn't know was a shapeshifter. She apparently offended her as well in some way.. Nevertheless, Roesia left the offer, hoping she would take it. As she waited for the shapeshifter to answer, she let out a shrill whistle once more, and Angus soon came galloping up to her side.

"I'm Roesia. Roesia Vuldratrada. This is my trusty steed Angus. I'll be happy to help you in any way I can to make up for what's happened today."

As she once again waited for the shapeshifter to answer, she held on to the necklace around her neck, and a purple hue of magic soon began to appear under he hand, glowing quite vibrantly. Seemingly out of nowhere, a purple and almost luminescent falcon appeared on Roesia's shoulder.

"Hera, find us some dinner please."

Suddenly, the falcon flapped it's wings hard and disappeared just as quickly as it came.

"Wh.. What was your name again?"
Tyler
Making her way down the torn up grassy trail, Maeve stopped at Roesia's offer; a shallow laugh bellowing from her throat. "Oh?" She murmured, her ears twitching back in attention. "And just how are going to find us dinner?" Without turning around, the shapeshifter swatted Roesia's hand away with her tail, the softness of it tickling her palms as Maeve slowly turned around with an eyebrow raised. 

"If dinner is—" Maeve gestured at the small rabbits hung over her horse, clearly unimpressed by her skills of hunting. "—rabbit stew. I'll pass. My apatite is far more yearning." There was a pause after she spoke, looking the girls horse up and down with a faint whisper of a growl as her ears laid back a bit. It would seem she had a distaste for larger animals that could harm her, that or the fact this was was just simply noisy.

Maeve glanced back to Roesia for a moment, taking her in more closely to see if she could even consider taking up this offer. She **Hated** Doing anything with anyone but her sister. But given the pair were traveling separately for now, she weighed her options. And after a long moment, the wolf sighed; pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. 

"I suppose you do owe me huh. I'm Maeve, but don't expect me to stay long, hunter. I have things to do."
David
As Hera, Roesia's familiar flew up into the air, the hunter let her eyes fall back down on Maeve. She offered a kind smile before pointing up at her falcon as it flew off.

"Oh, Hera does most of the scouting for me. It's actually how I found the doe you were hunting, Hera just didn't spot you I suppose. But when I weighed the two options, it seemed better to hunt a wolf rather than steal it's dinner."

As Roesia let those words fall from her mouth she looked away a bit sheepishly. Nevertheless, her eyes soon began to flow a vibrant purple as her expression faded to that of a dull one. It was as if she were staring off into space with a purple veil over her eyes, yet there were still visible through the hue. Her head twitched slightly before the purple veil vanished.

"It would seem there are some stags to the north of us about.. 300 yards? Would you rather me go off and hunt them? You're free to wait at my camp, or tag along. I wouldn't mind the assistance."

Roesia talked.. A lot. Not necessarily a blabber mouth, but she over explained things. Roesia let out a sigh and brought Angus by his reigns a bit closer to Maeve, almost as an offer to pet him. She stroked his flank, and at this point the giant black and white horse seemed much more calm and quiet. His dark brown eyes cast over Maeve in a silent confirmation of Roesia's words.

"You're free to ride on Angus with me as well."