"Lousy goddess of the Hunt if she lost her touch when it came to catching her prey, wouldn't you say?" She asked, tilting her head in playful inquiry. As he walked closer, she returned to the shape of an Alicorn, ruffling her wings in a way that clearly spoke of her being happy to have them back, even if they were only a thought away before. Turning her attention towards Crashing again, she noted how there was a bit of blood around his muzzle, something that she couldn't really fault him for as it was only his nature to kill, like it was hers. 

Regardless, she couldn't help but making a small comment about it. "A little messy, are we?" She inclined her head towards him. Granted, it wasn't a lot, but it was still enough that most mortal ponies would feel uncomfortable looking at it. She didn't really listen to his answer, if he gave one. Instead she turned her attention to the deer, eyes running over the arc of puncture wounds along its neck, as well as the odd angle it was on; she definitely hadn't lost her touch. Very little pain, almost no stress. Also meant that the flesh would be nice and tender. "You're welcome to dig in," she told him without diverting her gaze. "I don't really feel hungry at the moment, so feel free to eat your fill." This time she cast a sidelong glance at him. "Just try not to cover the entire forest in blood, will you? I am its guardian, and I'd rather not have to clean it all up." 

The twinkle on her eyes made it clear that it was a joke far more than a serious request.