Wild Berry Meadow between earth and sky

Having already met one lone wolf with poor language skills, this meeting was simultaneously unnerving and pleasing, all rolled up in a nice ball of confusion. On one hand, Eigma was happy he could at least speak (not something she thought she'd ever think, coming from a rogue background herself), but on the other, she was decidedly wary of the stranger. She relaxed - not entirely mind you - and chuffed softly. 

"So you thought staring at me would be a better option?" Curious behavior. She leaned in with her nose and gave a good sniff, noticing the layered scents upon him. Pack wolf. Of course. "I'm not near your home, am I?" Hopefully he wasn't going to start brandishing his teeth, or something. Then again, Eigma liked a good fight. It just wasn't a good time, with her mind set on completing these tasks for the boy-king of Moonspear.