see what i've become

So it seemed like this stranger was oblivious. But at least Eigma had learned of another pack - and maybe she would take them up on their offer, get a little tour - but that would mean putting Charon's little quests to the sidelines for at least a few hours. Did she dare make him wait? He was a prideful punk kid at the helm of a pack. Of course he could wait. But maybe that was just her own pride talking. 

Still, this woman was right here, and she had already proved to be better company than the pale boy. Eigma thought briefly of Wildfire too, but her loyalties had not been set yet. A few hours for a detour and some information wasn't so bad. 

"No," she responded swiftly, shrugging her shoulders, "I'm just curious. What did you say your pack was called?" She moved up beside the tawny wolf then, keeping her posture as neutral as she could (as she had learned from the Moonspear wolves, body language was important). "Blacktip - something?"