Redhawk Caldera haunted

"Oh." Dash could suddenly feel his heartbeat in his chest as the ghost confirmed that she was, in fact, a ghost. If wolves could go pale, Dash would have been as colorless at the moon's reflection upon the lake's glassy surface. The seawolf opened his mouth to say more, but for once in his life he was completely at a loss for words. What was he supposed to even say to a ghost? 

"That.. that sucks.." he said finally, eyes darting for some kind of excuse, or escape route, or.. or something. He cleared his throat. "Maybe I'll just, uh, leave you to it then, Ghost Kid." Dash wasn't sure exactly what sort of threat the ghost posed, but he was thouroughly creeped out. He began inching away as the ghost gazed out over the caldera.