User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180107044750

The phrases 'uncle butt' and 'smoching with your boyfriend' were apparently the two missing components to an Aegis-powered bomb. Gritting her teeth and shaking with rage, she throws her wings up, shouting.

"You...you...asshole!  Why in the hell did you come all the way out here just to bother me?!  You couldn't just wait at my house or go shine your shoes or bother my dad or any other one of my sisters or something, anything at all??" She flails her wings during her red-faced rant. Despite standing on the low stone fence, she still isn't that much taller than Marcus.

Arlo gives her a quizzical look. "...Uncle butt?"

Aegis slaps a wing over her eyes. "Just...just forget everything he says.  Don't pay it any attention.  I have no clue who this guy is.  I don't know him," she groans.

By this time, the Kobold is at the group. Marcus can see that she is no small pup girl, but quite a bit older than the two teenagers. She looks to be in her late twenties, with pretty, dark dappled fur and beautiful, wavy hair the color of a stormcloud. Her dark green eyes show she has a degree of experience, and Marcus can tell by the way she looks at him that she is a guardian. And unlike many Kobols, she wears a simple tunic. She walks up with an easy air, her staff over her shoulder.

"Arythin' all right, master Arlo?" She says, her voice soft but strong. Her eyes don't leave Marcus as she comes to a stop just behind Arlo. She carries a thick accent, like one of the traditional country folk.

"...Oh!  Hullo, Bree," Arlo says brightly, with clear relief. "This is Aegis's uncle.  He's come to pay her a visit!"

"Telling you, don't know the guy," Aegis mumbles, her wing still over her eyes.

"That so?" Bree nods to Marcus. "Then, welcome ye to the far forty, sir.  Not much here, 'cept wool, woods, an' dale, and the folk what keep it." Though her demeanor is pleasant, Marcus can tell that she is being very protective of Arlo. The way she stands close to him, keeping Marcus in her clear line of sight without standing in front of her master shows her good judgement in close quarters.