Firefly Glen they say no one is living here

The dark ghost took Wraen's gesture as a welcome and soon was standing before her. She did not reply to him right away, staring wide-eyed and mouth-agape at his peculiar form, which looks even more otherworldly than before. He is taller than her and makes her think of an old story, where a god creates all animals out of clay and breathes life in them. If this were a case, then her best guess would be that the god in question was in good humour and had decided to improvise a bit more after creating other canids. 

"Hi... hey!" she said with an unsure smile. "Forgive me asking, but, what are you?"