User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180111210110

Marcus takes off after Aegis, the icy rain slackening a little, but it doesn't much matter as his momentum makes the fewer drops bite that much harder. The dry streambed gets deeper until he is riding through a narrow canyon. Evergreen branches, just beginning to blossom icicles, lash his sides as he has no choice but to plow through where the Werewolf, and subsequently Aegis, are chasing each other beneath the lower boughs. The terrain becomes increasingly hostile to Mitternacht's efforts, and she has to keep compensating for the rocks and hidden berms, when it suddenly opens up.

They have indeed been chasing through a long-since dry streambed. It now opens up to what used to be a pool with a waterfall. The open, circular area is ringed with a high dropoff, a sheer rock face twenty feet high. It is, for all purposes, a dead end.

He comes to see Aegis cornering the Werewolf. The Werewolf skids to a stop against the far end, pivoting to face her pursuers.

"Got you, you freaking robber!" Aegis shouts, her voice still ripe with emotion. Then, a deep voice echoes above them.

"Well, well, well.  Looks like someone's finally been knocked off their high horse."

It echoes slightly in the open area. Marcus can now see them clearly, but a ribbon of lightning reveals their silhouettes against the ledge above. At least two dozens Werewolves watch them, grinning and anticipatory. Their rough light armor and unkempt appearance shows them for exactly what they are.

"Aimed for the chickenhawk, and we got the family dog in the bargain.  Not a bad night, ladies.  Not a bad night."

Again, laughter. A single Werewolf steps up to the ledge. Her chiseled physique and numerous scars show that she's the Alpha. She stares down on them with one eye, the other covered with a leather patch.