Phantom Hollow but i'm drawn to the wilder nights at home

A boy's voice. Behati crouched low when he spoke, ears twisting around the words in an attempt to decipher which direction they had come from. There was a vague scent in the air, but she did not associate it with the Plateau - she could not pick her pack mates out of a crowd unless the scent of her new homestead was thick and obvious upon them.
 
Friend or not, she decided to mess with the guy. Why not? He was just a kid, and the tremor in his voice suggested that he was alone. Behati crept backwards a few steps, readied her voice, and let slip a low, zombie-like moan. "Ooouuueeeehhhh..."