Altar of Twilight Oh,I need this

Me too! :)

Floki didn't move, except for a twitch of his eyelids as he blinked against the eerie light. The snow seemed to glow under the moon's haze, making it even more difficult to discern what, exactly, he was looking at. He prepared to slowly back away, lifting one forepaw and leaving it dangling in midair, but halted once more when the ghost called out to him quietly. "Hello? Can you hear me?" it asked, and somehow Floki doubted that a specter would speak that way.

The fur on his shoulders gradually flattened and rather than retreat, he decided to move forward. He took a few tentative steps, squinting at the pale wolf -- for it was a wolf he was looking at, not a phantom. Feeling relieved and a little embarrassed, Floki paused some distance from the other, his nose wriggling as he tried to gather more information.

"Yeah, I can hear you. You're not a ghost, right?" he said with a faint smile; it wouldn't hurt to double check.