If you only listen with your ears, I can't get in

He jumped at the sound of a voice behind him, his short fur rising in surprise. He twisted around and laid eyes on possibly the most beautiful pelt he had ever seen. It was as though a portion of the galaxy had floated down to speak to him. His parents had told him of the strange, colorful pelts some wolves were born with, but he had never seen one before. His eyes widened in awe, gawking for a few moments before catching himself and clearing his throat. Great! Creepy staring is an excellent first impression.

However, the anxious spirit was correct in a way. A person had shown up behind him like it said, although at a slight delay. Perhaps spirits had a type of future vision... or perhaps it was a lucky coincidence... He didn't want to think of the latter option. Any thought invalidating the spirits, evidence they were just figments of his imagination made him sick. He didn't want something to be wrong with his brain. Thinking the voices were spirits just made him feel better than thinking they were an illness he could not cure.

Her question wasn't an easy one to answer, at least for him. He wasn't looking for anything, he was just being a creepy weirdo in what he had believed to be a somewhat empty forest. Mumbling to himself... or rather mumbling to the spirits that never cared to reply. He could make something up or tell the truth. One of the first wolves he had met away from home had a father with the same 'gift' as he. Perhaps it was more common than he had once thought. He was still wary of telling just anyone, he would have to probe before telling anyone about the spirits.

"Oh! Hello. I wasn't looking for anything really. I was just taking a rest... a form of meditating." He replied, not exactly the truth, but not exactly a lie either. "What brings you here? Are you looking for something?" He inquired, hopeful to start a conversation with the girl. Partly because he was a tad lonely and it was nice to speak to someone, partly because he wanted information about that may slip from the girl's tongue. He didn't want it for a malicious reason, he was just curious about the lands he had stumbled upon.