Redhawk Caldera haunted

Dash had also climbed up the slope of the caldera, hoping for a look at whatever lay guarded within the oblique walls. Neither was he disappointed by the view. He inhaled slowly as he took in the view of the impossibly-still lake, reflected upon its surface the image of the waxing moon. The sight was a reminder that the winter solstice had nearly arrived. 

How had such a landform come about? It seemed to Dash as if the top of the mountain had simply... melted, crumbling inward upon itself like an anthill in the rain. How odd. He had never before known a mountain to melt. 

The boy's gaze began to trace around the rim, searching for any sign of what may have occurred here. His eyes were immediately drawn the spot of brightest white in his view, save the moon's reflection itself: the pelt of a child, so pale and ghostly she nearly shimmered. 

"Hey, kid!" Dash called, voice upbeat and youthful. "This valley is nuts, right?!" Lucky him, the gods had seen it fit to send him someone with whom he could share the incredible view.