Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

Ever had one of those moments where you know something is a bad idea, but then you end up doing it anyway for some bizarre reason? Yeah. That. Spook had heard something and so he headed that way, morbidly curious, uncertain what he'd find in the unfamiliar forest. This time he'd gone looking to make sure some of the wolves that had been a bit more scarce lately were just out scouting -- he worried now, and it had brought him to unfamiliar lands. He was finding his way home, albeit slowly, carefully. He knew he'd be missed, so he'd be home soon.

But what he heard had distracted him off his path. In darkness, noises outside quiet shuffles and night birds drew his attention quickly. What was going on? What monsters lurked? Until he had a clear view, his mind went wild with all kinds of creeping, terrifying things that might be out there. It had been a while since monsters haunted him, but here was a nice new nightmare.

Or was, until the sounds became clearly a wolf. Strangers were a different fear. Spook made no move to get closer than he was, but his brain had momentarily emptied of all thought -- he stood there, staring, for a moment or two before just saying, Um. Nobody would mistake him for anything other than a foolish yearling who was just plain confused about... Well, life in general, but right now let's just narrow it down to what to say when stumbling across some random stranger in the middle of the night.