Redhawk Caldera brother, you already were a ghost.

He spun and with him he brought water droplets.

This was a man he had not met before, but he smelled like the others. He was older. He seemed soft, in a way that eased the anxieties of the patient.

But he could not speak and he hoped to convey this by flashing his healing throat. A creaky, low whine as his tail waved by his ankles.