Phantom Hollow oh, who is she?

She stared into the ink black looking back at her as though defying death himself. She rolled the joints off her paws, rocking from battle ready to casual on a whim.

Then, death opened a creaking jaw, and spoke a name long dead. Her voice came out in a hideous snort from somewhere deep in her nose. Turning from a wheeze to a cackle, so hard it hurt. She knew this one, just as much as she knew herself. The shadows of Oi Kryfoí lingered over them both.

Melaneus.

A brother she had not seen since they were both the same size, now in front of her.