Dragoncrest Cliffs last night i dreamed i was shot

He's growing increasingly frustrated with the language barrier. He feels like an idiot, and is sure the other is equally feeling belittled. 
The phantom turns to leave, then seems to reconsider, and asks him a fervent question, obviously fearful. 
It's then, Memory realizes why the ghost in front of him looks so familiar. He's nearly identical to the ghostly shewolf he encountered on the plains, and had taught about Wolfbane. He wonders, briefly, if this wolf is related, and looking for her....if only he had gotten her name! Perhaps her name was Rabe? If "wobbishtu" sounded a bit like "where are you" with a mouth full of rocks....hoping he was right, he points towards the mounds, the last place he saw her. 
"You're looking for someone, right? Shewolf, grey, kinda looks like you, and kinda looks like an actual fucking ghost? Doesn't talk much?" He waits for a response, anything, Really, and kinda takes pride on what he hopes is a...mostly...correct translation.