User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180111015750

"I can run, godsdammit!" she belts. It's obvious that she's holding back tears, but she's not doing a good job. Her voice cracks and she sniffles, trying to hide it. "I'm f-faster than they are!  W-we need to get going or they'll e-escape!"

As if in answer, the storm chooses that moment to remind them of its presence. She shields her face as they are pelted with icy rain that lashes almost horizontally. The trees, tall and stout, begin to twist, their boughs creaking under the strain.

When the wind dies down, Marcus can see Aegis still has her good wing over her face. Her shoulders shake as she sobs almost silently. For all her strength and tenacity she is still very young, and what Marcus sees now is a young girl who has just been humiliated, injured, and thrown into the mud, all for trying to help someone from the goodness of her open heart.