User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180110045348

Aegis weaves and cuts through the trees, following Marcus. It isn't difficult for him to keep the trail, but soon, they are several miles from the farm. The trees dampen the brunt of the storm, but they begin to feel its full effects as icy rain begins coming down in light, wind-blown sheets.

Aegis flags Marcus down, signalling him to meet her at a tree. As he rides up to it, she circles briefly before settling on a branch some ten feet above him. Despite being soaked head to talon, and shivering slightly, she maintains her composure, holding a wing over her head as an umbrella.

"We've got to be careful out here," she says, raising her voice over the noise. "This run used to be an old stream bed or some crap, and it's full of deadfalls that you can't see because of the leaves.  Your horse would break a leg!"