Just as Blackthorne was a collector of the bizarre and grotesque of the living world, Raum was a collector of pieces of the realm of death - an eccentric and strange habit it its own right. And yet here before her stood an amassing of bones and death so large that she never could have imagined it to be so. Her own collection had grown piece by piece, slowly over the years, taken from many of her kills, though not all. This was a city of the dead, spanning an area larger than her cave ever would have sustained. She was fascinated and at once perplexed by it all.

As Raum lowered her head to inspect the unusual skull that had caught her eye, she looked back to the black and silver brute, seeking his permission to touch it. An almost maniacal expression spread across his features as he spoke, but amongst his many words was the only thing she had needed - his blessing to touch it. Her nose dropped down, pushing the skull and flipping it over to see it from a different angle. It was so broad, so flat, with so many teeth of a shape she had never seen before. Whatever creature this had belonged to, she wished to find one living and take her one for her own collection. Rather than take it, she took a long sniff of it, certain that it had come from within these lands.

Her right ear remained trained upon Blackthorne, listening to his ongoing speech despite how her attention had been fixated on the alligator skull. Eventually he posed a question to her, and only then did she turn away from the bones and raise her head to look him in the eye. The offer he made, for her to guard this place and for it to belong in some part to her as well, interested her - though it also confused her slightly. Nothing about this place belonged to her - she had not killed any of the animal whose remains made up this place. And the idea of adding the collection from her cave to the masses made her fur prickle - they were hers. Still, the offer was too enticing to pass up, and in spite of her instinctual reservations on the matter, she moved to follow Blackthorne as he ingressed upon the boneyard.

He extended something of a challenge to her - deliver the bone of an already dead noteworthy wolf, place it within the collection, and she would gain unlimited access to this place and control other's contact with it. "Hmmmmmmm." Cogs and wheels within her mind long rusted from disuse began to spin and sputter to life, doing their best to grasp this unusual proposal. Raum knew not of the packs of today, had lived her life in avoidance of them. What she did grasp was that if she could do this thing that he demanded, she would preside over this grand collection. Bonecollector he'd said she would be called. It sent a shiver down her spine - she took to it just as well, if not better, than she'd taken to Murderer.

Lifting her obsidian skull, she peered about at the surrounding landscape. "Stay?" she inquired, looking back to Blackthorne. "Stay here? To live amongst the pack?" She wanted to know if that was what he intended, for her to leave her cave behind and live here instead. Though she felt unsure about placing herself within the grasp of a group of wolves that might be toppled as soon as she settled, the allure of the boneyard was too grand. It is only after he gives her an answer on that matter that she gives one of her own, resolve clear in her tones. "Am lovely. Am Bonecollector. Am Raum." She would do this thing, to sink her claws into the title he offered to bestow upon her. How, she wasn't entirely sure, but she would find a way.