Altar of Twilight Oh,I need this

Of course! Excited for this as they seem to have a lot in common! 

Mason spotted the other young man well after the fact; by the time he had spun in Floki’s direction, Mason was feeling thoroughly unnerved. The other – was it a wolf? – came to a stuttering halt nearby, all fluffed up and angry-looking. Mason’s thoughts were led by his instincts. Flight or fight or freeze, though? Even his instincts weren’t sure what to do with this cotton-ball of grey-pink and bright blue eyes.

“Hello?” Mason whispered into the still quiet of the moonlit air. He felt almost like he could reach out and pass through the other wolf in this weird, ethereal setting. “Can you hear me?” Mason added in a slightly louder voice. His own hackles were on end, but he kept his posture low and careful. The other male was of a similar size, although taller thanks to Mason’s stunted legs, and undoubtedly would be better in a fight.