Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

It seemed that the two pale figures had startled each other, but while Smokestep attempted to soothe the situation with a few quick words, the other remained perfectly mute. The corsair roamed his eyes over the figure and watched as the bristled fur relaxed and the curled lip had settled down over his teeth. With this, Smokestep too became a bit more lax in his stance. His legs permitted him to move, not holding him as rigidly in his place. Still, he did not know this fellow and he was not certain that he wasn't at risk. Even more concerning was the fact that the stranger had not spoken at all.

The Cairn boy drew his ears forward finally and cleared his throat. “Are ye mute, lad?” he inquired with a slight cant of his head to the left. His heterochromatic gaze still seemed to linger on the other male's frame. He was looking for any signs that the male was some phantasm that he had created in his tired and weary state. The low light and the sharp glow of ivory fur made it difficult to discern.