Noting the room she offered him, Granyl nodded as a sign he understood. He put his flute back into his saddlebag, before picking it up and bringing it over to the room she had showed him. He placed the bag down by the door, but paused as she thanked him. A rush of embarrassment washed over him and he barely managed to hold back a nervous laugh as he raised his head back up, turning only to rub the back of his head. "Don't mention it, Midnight. It was the least I could do after you offered me temporary shelter like this." He explained briefly, curiously observing her as she mentioned the Timberwolves having an actual purpose. Though curious, he didn't was to cause her discomfort, so he avoided asking questions concerning that subject.

Trotting around the general area just to look around, he soon spoke up. "So, how long have you been living out here...?" He asked curiously, considering the fact she seemed to know the area fairly well, he assumed it'd been awhile. But in such a dangerous place... There had to be safer alternatives, right? Why live in such a dangerous place? He figured it had something to do with the fact ponies judged her, made her feel like she didn't belong with her own kind. It was insulting, to say the least. Granyl began thinking, an idea slowly crafting in his mind. He wasn't certain of the specifics as of the moment, but began working on them in the back of his head.