Wild Berry Meadow between earth and sky

It was an interesting concept. Why the pack wolves needed specific names and titles for such a duty, or duties at all, astounded her. Why not just come and go as they pleased? Share information as they saw fit, with those they trusted? If a pack was made of wolves who trusted one another - cared for one another - then it would be easy. Then again, perhaps a pack wasn't like that at all; maybe it was a collection of strangers, in which case.. Trust had to be earned, and maybe secrets should be kept close.

"So you're an errand boy. Cute." She smirked, unable to get the thought out of her head. The rogues of her homeland made pack wolves seem so big and scary, with organization being the key ingredient to their success - but if this was one of their jobs, they weren't all that scary. "So you travel a lot - and your pack is OK with that? Wouldn't they want you to stay home and keep the place safe?" It made sense to her, but again, Eigma didn't live a pack-centric existence. She found the concept of outriding to be in conflict with what she was taught.