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"I'm Grímnismál," though there was a momental frown thinking her name perhaps could be difficult, "Grim' is fine." Especially so finding out some in this pack had ties with her name. It was a bit of a shocker that it once was a pervious pack-name, but it seemed it existed before she was born- hopefully so. There was a hope to the reaper that no one would hold it against her.

"Oh yes," her paw swiped away a spider that crawled too close to her face, and led it wander to her back, "i'm herding them for cobwebs." It was easier to simply keep a mess of them in a howl, or a tree then to gather around a bunch of spiderwebs. It was a simple practice. Thankfully none of these spiders were the deadly ones, she tried to make sure which to keep an eye on.