Altar of Twilight Oh,I need this

The other moonlit male stepped forward after the Silvertip male had spoken. It appeared that they were scared of each other. When Floki’s hackles beat a hasty retreat to flatten themselves against his neck, the would-be Beta of Silvertip relaxed a bit.  

 

Mason chortled a nervous little laugh that held a hint of fear still. “Er… no I’m not a ghost. I’m a Mason. A wolf I mean, but yeah I’m called Mason…” he was doing spectacularly. At least his bumbling attempts at conversation probably proved he was not a malevolent spectre.

 

“I’m scouting the area, because I want to be a Scout, you see. And you’re from that pack up there, aren’t you? Moon-deer?” Mason looked around them, and stepped a couple of paces closer to Floki. Now that he had discerned this was no ghost, he felt there was safety in numbers. Who knew what else was out there?

 

“I  think I should have come during the daytime,” he admitted with some embarrassment.