Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

He seemed amiable enough, and she listened with her eyes upon the prize. The eggs were settled upon a bed of dried grass and feathers, but they didn't look appetizing - just round. Eigma had never eaten eggs before, so she was a bit perplexed when the stranger so freely offered them. She stayed rooted to the spot as he departed, studying the odd spheres; poking them with her nose and sniffing at the nests, finding only bird scent. And when she turned her head, she saw the shadow had drifted away - so she followed, wordless at first.

When she crested the nearest ridge upon the path, she looked around and muttered, "Wouldn't you rather eat a bird?" There was  meat on a bird. Bones to chew on, feathers to use.. For whatever reason. She'd never had a den so that thought didn't cross her mind; but they were meaty, and that was real food. What could eggs offer?