Wild Berry Meadow between earth and sky

Maybe another lady would have been flattered by the staring, but she wasn't. A stare - in her language, in the realm of body language - was more often than not, a challenge. It was an insult. But he clearly didn't mean ill by her, so Eigma let it slide. It was still very odd that he thought a staring contest would be a sufficient way to greet someone - but whatever. Pack wolves were strange creatures.

At the mention of outrider business, Eigma's ears fanned forward; she looked interested, curious. It was a term she'd never heard before.
"What sort of business is that?" But as soon as she asked the question, she felt insecure. This was probably another one of those pack-only things, and she probably looked like a total moron for not understanding.