The Heartwood i am a question to the world

A voice startles him, and he halts immediately with fur fluffed and ears pulled forward, head whipping around to find the source. His gaze lands on a dark, svelte figure — perhaps the strangest man he has ever seen. He hesitates, mouth dropping open just slightly as he takes in the elongated face and willowy limbs, the oddly captivating mahogany of the stranger's eyes. Uh, It comes out almost garbled and he swallows hard and coughs once, struggling to remember what the man had said, and abandons the effort entirely after a moment.
What are you? The tone of his question isn't mean or condescending, but rather awed — still, the silver-furred boy is obviously lacking in social graces. It might be too optimistic to say he'll one day have the self-awareness to look back on this moment and cringe, but who knows? For now, he can only stare, still a little slack-jawed and very wide-eyed.