Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

A migration? That's what it sounded like to her. A group of wolves needing a new home, for whatever reason. But why settle here on the coast, especially if he was unsure? What a strange man. 

"Perhaps I will return this way," was all she said; no promises, considering the road that lay ahead of her. "I have been offered another home... But I'm nervous of that as well. Hm," Her brow furrows. Eigma thinks of the boy-king's tasks, and feels the doubt in her heart. "What would you require of me?" 

Unsure, and not knowing if Charon's ways were the ways of all pack wolves, Eigma must ask. She is made more wary because of the strangeness of this area, and the pleasantly offered gift the dark wolf carries to her. Before she accepts it, she needs an answer.