Haunted Wood never make a change

There was no further continuance in the regard of the dead and thus the topic was dropped. It wasn't a topic, perhaps, to pursue in unknown company. The offer of a name was met with a faint twitch of tail in acknowledgement. Though there was disappointment at the lack of knowledge in the land, it was met smoothly with a flick of ear and understanding nod. 

As the female tucked haunches beneath her to sit, the lanky creature responded in kind. With a fold of foreleg the inky beast lay sphinx-like with one paw curled beneath chest. A subtle display of comfort. "They call me Grim," he responded as though the title meant little. The demeaning name had been a perpetual blemish amidst lore-named siblings. The talk of fortune caused glinting eyes to open slightly. What was this?

"Treasure?" he repeated rhythmically. "What do you call treasures here?" he wondered in genuine interest thinly veiled in casual conversation. Though not very family oriented the wolf was something of a collector. There had been times of tribulation simply over possessing a pretty object. 

Her return question was met with a slight pause, debating on answering truthfully or creating a fable worth listening to. Rather, a roll of inky shoulders produce a flippant shrug. "Exploring. For treasures," he added coyly, a little grin flitting across features before subsiding into neutrality. "Will you show me?" he teased with a tilt of jaw in hopes the rugged expression would persuade her fully.