Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

Ears remained splayed to the side uncertainly as the wolf introduced herself. His eyes widened a moment, and he sought the female's eyes, as though searching for confirmation that it was really his friend. He didn't recognise her at all, and try as he might, he hadn't seen any resemblance to the Osprey he remembered when he looked at her body, even her face. Only after he had a name to search along with and looked into her eyes did Charon realise that it was really her who stood in front of him. It was like a ghost returning from the grave.

"Lady Firecomet?" he asked childishly, perhaps because he was not a hundred percent sure yet or because he just wanted the confirmation, had to know for sure, needed to see the recognition dawn on her face when she heard the nickname they'd once made up for a game.