There was definitely somebody there. He could hear them, but he could feel them too. He wondered if she could feel him as well, and if she could feel all of the energy he had been trying to throw out and into the darkness beyond the grotto's teeth. Elohim had seen the grotto as a vessel, an abyss in which he could throw away all his thoughts and hope that they'd simply disappear down there. Yet, all he'd managed to do was summon something out instead. With any luck, he might have simply summoned a ghost, somebody half-way between here and not.

That wasn't the case, of course. It never did seem to be. Her voice came out from the darkness, and he decided he best do the same. So, he shifted just enough to be somewhat visible, his own dark fur blending in with the sharp shadows that morning cast. He breathed in, readying himself for an encounter he hadn't prepared himself for, and breathing in whatever knowledge he could about his mysterious new companion. She was the best he could find -- she was of no pack, no place, nothing tangible, truly. Maybe, he thought with an inward smirk, he realy had summoned a ghost.

"I was looking for a ghost, and then one announced herself," he called back out to her, "but you aren't the ghost I was looking for. Perhaps you are more fearsome than it? I cannot know." Elohim was a wolf of many words. He could not help himself -- he never could. How could he not be a little curious about a shadow-cloaked stranger who came from the depths that so few came from? The grotto had a strange reputation, yet she hadn't seemed to pay it any mind. In any case, it was a better distraction than standing, staring in the darkness and brooding over thoughts he could not resolve immediately. It was one last chance to pretend to be Elohim rather than a half-hearted alpha with no answers and too many options.