this is she

He lifted his head to the sky, and heard the sound of her howl. An immediate smile graced his expression, and he jumped to his feet. He stretched out his legs, let his wings drift up and down against the gentle breeze. The last time they had fought, she had kicked his ass. This time, he was determined to make the score even. He had been training, as fitting for an Heir to the Armada. Mal had been training too, he knew that and wouldnt have kt any other way. He relished the thought of this show down.

He abandoned the sticks he had been attempting to turn into a snare, and followed the sounds of her summons. He found the Reaper-girl at the beach enjoying the afternoon sun. Not that it did much to warm the cool winter day.
"Ahhh. Let this day be remembered. The day I kicked the ass of Malalia, Reaper girl, killer of hounds, Seeker of river mud."