User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180113164905

The walk back to the farm is quiet. Aegis is a very short distance ahead of Marcus, but she makes no attempt to slow down. The storm, though somewhat less fierce than before, continues to lash the trees, making mournful wailing noises and whipping the frozen mist around.

Finally, after some time, they emerge on the edge of the field and approach the farmhouse. All the house lights are off save the lanterns that had been lit outside, and a lone hooded figure stays crouched under the overhang of the barn.

When they get close, it stands up and throws its hood off. It's Bree. Her eyes widen in shock when she sees the muddied, injured Aegis.

"I'm sorry, Bree.  We lost the ewe," Aegis says, sounding as dejected as she ever had.

"What in the devil happened to you, lass??" She says, running up to them.