Ankyra Sound Dead doesn't mean gone

They remained locked in some kind of silent stand-off. Mae found herself studying more details of the stranger's coat; dark as well as light, an odd clashing she'd never seen before. He seemed lost.

Then she noticed it. The missing paw. His missing paw. Mae stared only for a few moments, then looked away, perhaps in discomfort or perhaps for the nagging suspicion that it would be rude to acknowledge it. It was difficult to tell just then. A few slow steps brought her closer, silence still stretching between them.

For some reason she half-expected him to disappear; to fade from existence like the ghost he seemed to be.