Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

He did not seem offended by her presence. Was this another lone wolf like herself, with the world as his oyster? The thought of dealing with yet another silent-but-deadly predator was off-putting; but he waved her over with his tail, seemingly pleasant while gorging himself on... Something just out of her sight. Cautiously, Eigma approached. Her body displayed an adopted wariness, but her eyes were curious, and the closer she got the more she learned. He was not a lone wolf - the scents he carried were varied and layered - and he was older. Perhaps an alpha in his own right. Eigma sniffed at the air but did not get too close to whatever he was munching on; that would've been rude. It smelled foreign to her, regardless.