User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-25808351-20180112210911

A swell of rage burns within Marcus, his blood boils and his instincts flare with aggression. With the voice of a god demanding utter attention from all who are present, he displays his outright disdain for the situation and it's problems. "IT'S NO JOKE YOU DUMB CUNT!!!! Do you not see a child crying before you?! Do you not see the damage done to her by this bullshit?!" Marcus points to Aegis' damaged wings.

"I wasn't lying to you! I know of a place you can call your own, but you want to sit here and feed me shit about tradition! If you care for your children, you'd take my deal! However...." Marcus places a hand on Aegis' head. He looks down to the Golem and ruffles her hair. "My niece has another suggestion, one that may benefit you more."

Marcus then walks away and approaches Mitternact. He begins to untie a satchel from the horse's saddle and then tosses it to the Alpha Werewolf. As the bag hits the ground at the Alpha's feet, a smell of heavily marinaded beef jerky fills the air. The contains more than several days worth of stripes. Marcus then tosses a second bag of silver coins.

"That's three days worth of jerky and several thousand in silver! Eat the jerky tonight, feed your family. Then go into the nearest town and buy whatever you can. Aegis and I will return the ewe, talk to Dr.Ibrahim and work out a deal. That enough for you now?!"