User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180113032320

The Alpha looks down at the bags lying in the muck. It's obvious that her mind is on the jerky. It only takes a second for one of the Betas to step forward and stand tiptoe tthe Alpha, leaning into her ear.

"C'mon, Zan, we can take the silver too, and---"

"And what?  Walk into the nearest town so people can turn us in?"

The Alpha hops forward and kicks twice, like she's kicking a soccer ball. Her clawed feet rip the bags, first scattering the jerky, then exploding the silver coins all over the place. Their glitteri6arcs all but disappear into the mud.

"You think you can sling food into the mud and expect us to eat it like we were DOGS?  Pick coins out of the muck like BEGGARS??" She shouts.

"Wait, wait!" Aegis leaps in front of the Alpha and holds up her wings. "No, no, no!  Keep the ewe, and eat it!  Please!  Just ignore my uncle!" She waves her wings emphatically.

The Alpha gives Aegis a hard look for a long couple of seconds, then sticks a clawed paw finger in her face.

"Damn right we will.  And you be back here at next sundown with everything you plan on bringing to the bargaining table.  You don't show up, you're gonna have a lot more to worry about than lost lambs, chickenhawk."

She turns and leaves, and the pack with her. Silently, they melt into the shadows.

Aegis turns and wordlessly tromps up to Mitternacht amd Marcus. "Let's go," she says sullenly, before walking off.