Whether he wanted to kick or punch didn't matter much to her in the end, but it was true that the hooves played a part. Midna was used to having to rely on Link's lupine capabilities, and perhaps super-imposed that role on Dylas more than even she realized just yet.

"Does it matter? We're through aren't w—" no sooner are the words out of her mouth than the sound reaches her ears, too. She doesn't even fight his suggestion to hold on tighter, as she lowers herself further into his mane. Her eye searches the area frantically, just in time for a snowy wolf to leap right at them. "Watch out!" she yells, holding tight still, but standing up tall.

Midna's hair electrifies, lighting up as her ponytail crackles to life, darkening the area around them, trapping one, two... "W-what are you waiting for?!" she chastises, obviously concentrating. "Finish them!"