Well, now that took Jacen aback, brown eyes widening at Valdis' response. He was used to picking up impressions of thoughts and feelings — if they could be called feelings — of various animals, but they hardly actually talked back. Unlike this one. And a goddess? Perhaps this wolf was of a sentient race, and a Force-sensitive one, too.

He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, but remained standing on the same spot. He wasn't afraid, just surprised, and a little wary. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said, ditching the telepathy; he wanted to befriend the wolf, not antagonize her. "That you're a goddess, I mean. I know it's a night for the dead." He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cracking some ill-timed joke about how obvious it was, because he wouldn't put it past the wolf-goddess to feed him to the ghosts for his insolence (or something equally sinister).