Barrow Fields Filter out the noise, focus on my voice and fall in

The voice startled him greatly, and he froze where he was, frantically searching around to find its source. His heart raced even faster against his ribs, and he swallow hard against the panic rising in his chest. What was he supposed to do now? The other wolf obviously knew he was here, so it wasn't likely that he could get away if they wanted to hurt him. And if he stayed? The outcome was likely to be the same. Unless—unless by some miracle this stranger was just as lost as he was, trying to find his way through the creepy field when he realized he hadn't been alone. 

So Pheiros did the only thing he could think of, drew in a steadying breath and said: P-Pheiros—I'm Pheiros. he swallowed again. W-who are you? He looked around again, not seeing anything. I don't want any trouble. Maybe if they knew that, they wouldn't do anything to him.