Altar of Twilight Oh,I need this

As Mason spoke, Floki's fears were further quelled. Not only was the pale wolf not a ghost, but he appeared to be about the same age. In addition to that, he was scouting. That word alone was enough to pique Floki's attention, and his body language became much more relaxed as he moved to close the gap between them, his tail swinging freely between his hind legs.

"If you're a Mason, then I'm a Floki," he replied with a good-natured grin. "Yeah, I'm from Moonspear, and I'm actually a scout, too!" He didn't mention his rank, feeling it unnecessary, but if he had he would have discovered another similarity between himself and Mason. His nostrils flared as he inhaled Mason's scent, cataloging it into his memory, and he noticed that the smell was strangely familiar.

"Where are you from?" he asked conversationally.