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Though Aegis' flight is swift, Mitternacht is able to catch up with and keep pace with her easily. Aegis flies high enough that conversation would be impossible, but the few miles between the Estate and the Dewar farm passes quickly enough to make it a moot point. The sun has already just dipped below the horizon and the latent light is being quickly swallowed by the slate-gray clouds that loom,  bringing with them stabs of cold wind.

By the time they reach the farm, Marcus can see a small group of people gathered at a side gate. The gate leads to a large corral where he can see the regular sheep being herded into their shelter, while about a dozen Weresheep usher them in. One or two stand about, fretting. To one side, at a wooden barn, the barn doors are being secured for the night by a shortish, stout Centaur. She bars the doors with a plank and begins fussing with a hurricane lantern that hangs on a pole

At the gate, Marcus recognizes Arlo and Bree, and beside them is an earthy, middle-aged woman who is calling out orders to the others. They see Marcus approach, their clothes and hair beginning to whip in the gathering wind. Aegis circles and comes to a hopping landing close by, but the trio comes closest to Marcus first.

"It's no night to come callin', lad," the woman says amicably but with a distinct urgency. "Unless you've come to brook a little farmwork, in which case I'll tell you to call back come the sunrise!"

"He's with me, Miss Dewar," Aegis says, approaching. "He's gonna help find the ewe."