Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

There was a reason Spook was named what he was. He had yet to grow out of it, either. Certainly he'd been working on it, but he wasn't the bravest wolf by nature, that part would likely never change. Faced with the odd, he'd rather just leave. In this case, he'd frozen, more because he was afraid and had also been told to do so than because he trusted the guy at all. Taikon had done a good job at weirding Spook out and now he was at that crossroad where was on the verge of fleeing but hadn't quite done so. Give him a reason and he'd be gone. 

He'd sort of failed to say a few things, mouth hanging open before finally saying, I'm -- I'm Spook.  Mentally fumbling a moment more, Then-- what do you want? That was the real thing. He sounded like he didn't like packs, and if he didn't like packs he probably thought Spook was somehow bad too -- or at least that's the train of thought that he was jumping to. It was likely entirely wrong.