Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

Quite openly the cream and grey wolf declared her loyalty. The names, though now heavily imprinted into memory, did not jostle any ideas of where, exactly, this creature lived. Perhaps to more seasoned animals the news would be something of importance, yet the spider adhered to the mountain and strayed little else. Her intrusion was due to some sort of personal quest, it seemed. She sought a blood relative that also had a name foreign and inconclusive. Expression remained steady and calm, intrigued yet bored.

"Oh," he feigned stupidly, the thrum of words proffering just enough kindness so as not to seem harsh or demeaning. "What does she look like?" he asked with a tilt of jawline, feigning interest with skilled deceitfulness. "Does she live here?" he pressed on, curious if this sister was one of the exceedingly annoying bunch that wanted to claim the wood.