He cackled his infamous cackle when she claimed she wasn't a fairy. But of course, he didn't believe it. She was tiny and colorful, she had to be a fairy! Just...one without wings, of course. Granted, he had some colorful members in his own family, but none so small. It only made sense that she was a fairy. "Whatever the little fairy says," He croaked as his face marking split with a toothy grin. He was more interested in the fact she was hunting something, and his unsettling gaze lit up with interest as he eagerly nodded and followed her further in.
The peaty moss underfoot was soft and spongy underfoot, the smell of the damp vegetation coupled with the dead and dried closer to the entrance mingled together. He wrinkled his nose a bit. He wasn't one for plants, but even he felt that carrion smelled better! But then again, that was just his preference. As the little girl led the way, he paused here and there to take a drink of water or to poke and prod at a random hole, gaze darting around the cavern as he inspected a thing or two here and a thing or two there. It was damp and musky in here! Especially with the scent of the sheep they were going after. Still, vines on the ceiling wound their way across, reaching deeper and deeper as if they had no end. Moss grew on the rocks. On the walls. Puddles were strewn about from leaks in the rock. Hmm...glancing back up at the vines that reached across the ceiling, he wondered if he could get something similar to grow across the ceiling in his room back at Whisperers Gorge. While he wasn't much for aesthetics, he liked the way the vines looked. Would help with hiding things he didn't want to be found...or hanging shit from them to add to the decor, no? Not only that, be he liked the way the green of the vines gave the room some color against the earthen backdrop. Yup. Maybe he'd find out if something like this could be done back home!
They went pretty deep into the cavern, the smell of the sheep strong in the air until they finally spotted it. Head tilted as the tiny girl spoke, grinning again as he nodded. "Grim is good at killing!" He exclaimed as he slunk forward, sticking to the shadows, his fur brushing the rocks he passed, pressing closer to the damp walls. It was quite easy for him to blend in with his obsidian coat. He licked his lips as he approached like a cat stalking its prey. The prey would not escape from him...there would be no way out if he could help it. His grin grew wider then, and when he felt he was close enough, he burst forward, barking and snarling echoing in the chamber as the sheep let out a bleat of surprise and terror as the shadow wolf closed in. Of course, he had managed to sneak close enough to grab the sheep in one go. Lanky body slamming into it and knocking it off his feet before he lunged, teeth closing around it's throat. If he was going to do most if not all of the dirty work, he was going to take the whole thing for himself and he'd fight the little runt for it if he had to. He was as selfish as they came, after all. She may have found it, but it was him that was going to take it.
"Speech"
