see what i've become

It was an unnatural situation for Eigma, who was accustomed to the silence of the road and the brutish, overwhelmingly physical meetings of wolf against wolf, when a voice pierced the air. The sound of it made her flinch more than the calling of the birds; she ducked her head, the short fur along her back raising out of habit and instinct. It took her a second to locate the stranger, and when she did, she saw the cautious posturing and expression - yes, very unnatural. In her home this would have been a direct meeting of teeth-on-teeth, no words needed.

Maybe this was another wolf like Wildfire. Were all the creatures in this valley so friendly? She wouldn't let the opportunity go to waste, even if it felt strange to relax her own posture and feign good cheer towards the foreigner. "I'm looking for a pack." Eigma's tail fanned the air behind her, waving leisurely. But a thought popped in to her head when the other wolf was close enough: they smelled like the mountains. Was this a Spire wolf? How would Eigma manage to get information out of this creature without being super obvious about it? She decided to play up being lost, for the time being. It was true, so it wasn't like she was lying.

"I just haven't been around mountains much. They're huge -" She gave a brief look at the cliff face again, watching birds pirouette in the air with one another. "- but, that's a rogue for you. Never knows whats going on."