Broken Antler Fen when we drive

Huh, quite a name.

Henryk thought, all too quick to drop the previous topic altogether regardless of a resolution to his statement. He let himself slowly loosen, getting back to his usual neutrality albeit still warier than before. Later he'd ponder over Mephistopheles' mysterious words in his own seclusion and derive from it whatever he felt he needed to, if he even needed to. But for now... His curiosity mix-mingled with a standard of politeness on his part prodded him to remain and listen. 

Many new faces had already shown him at this point that his viewpoint as a younger wolf had been narrow, compared to the world full of different religions and tongues he now knew. He was more or less dedicated to learning, therefor prone to ask questions.

A hunter of malign? Of spirits that still walk the earth? Vague as his own spiritual experience was, specters and spirits that dwelled the land was something he'd indeed heard of before and even believed- though he'd never encountered them directly. Remnants of vengeance, rage, and unholy tragedies... Though sometimes simply stuck and unable to accept death. He was smart enough to stray away from anything of the sort, much preferring the world he could see and know over one that needed to be treaded lightly to avoid unseen consequences. Simply, he didn't need answers nor would he seek out supernatural occurrences, he'd simply pay his respects proper and move along, unhindered.

It did intrigue him that this wolf seemed like the antithesis of that, though, hunting them down. If he was correct about his assumption.