Redhawk Caldera Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

BIG OL' EDIT bc I'm an idiot and didn't realise the cerb haven't seen tit since they took his eye and lyra would definitely not have insta-recgonised him lmao

She sensed her sister's change of mood as soon as it happened, recognising the switch from business to play from the sudden playful turn of her ears and flick of her tail. Lyra, unwilling to give up the prize she held in her jaws, tossed back her head and raced forwards, awkwardly dragging the mighty set of antlers along with her. Why she was bothering to drag it all the way back to Moonspear was a mystery to all bar Hydra, who also would know that it would make for an impressive decoration.

The Ostrega kept up her ungainly sprint until she was satisfied with the distance put between her and her twin, before she set the antler down to catch her breath. Blue eyes scanned the landscape idly, before suddenly locking onto a lone, pale figure roaming the landscape. He was small, scarred, barely perceivable as a threat, yet something about the stranger set off alarm bells. Her gaze took in his ghost white form, before it traced along his darkened muzzle to the space where his right eye should have been, before drifting to the large, knotted scar at his throat, and finally resting on the shock of orange at his sides. He was so familiar, and yet so foreign. It was only when she tested the air that felt confident enough to investigate, to figure out if this ghost was who she thought he was.

Lyra loosed a soft, growling alert for her sister, gaze never leaving his form. Hydra came up beside her shortly, and the two made their way down the slope in tandem towards the stranger with determined intent. Was this truly him?