Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

Her comments confused him. There was no explanation except a basic command, to listen. Revui scrutinized her a moment longer before turning towards the boulder, striding up to it, and then firmly planting himself on his butt. He sat there with a scrunch to his face as he studied the obelisk; he glanced at the ghost once again, his eyes squinting as he frowned, but he did as she instructed - pivoted his ears, focused. Listened.

After about thirty seconds his ears slanted back. He felt stupid, as if he were being tricked or mocked, and an agitated energy rolled across his shoulders, his hackles trembling. He shifted his weight awkwardly and closed his eyes, trying his best to focus, but... When no sounds immediately came to him, no voice, nothing - he grimaced and rose to his paws again.

I hear nothing! He proclaims, venting his frustration.