Redhawk Caldera What exactly are we dealing with here?

@Sorana? He called, a disembodied voice and nothing more; reaching through the caldera on the edge of the wind. The trees upon the little island that once served as the family den gave a quake, and as leaves fell, there appeared a ruddy red shape.

Reyes paced the bank of this small spit of land. He had found his form. Lingering where the water lapped at the edge, seeing nothing reflected but the suspended leaves that floated and clustered there; he would move on and call again, his voice carrying with the shifts in the wind's direction.

There was only the shudder of trees as reply.

"Oy, YOU!" Dwin yelled at the complete stranger that was standing on the banks of the lake and calling out to someone, who was not there. She had been on her way home from the patrol on the borders and had not caught scent of any wolf that did not belong here. So - in hopes for a square meal and good nap, she had walked the usual path to the rendevouz's site, when she noticed the apparition. 

When she had come closer, she realized that this guy did not possess either a scent or any other defining qualities, save for the looks and ability to emit sounds. It did not register right away that this might not be her usual trespasser, but for the time being she was angry for having to miss out on all of the pleasant, boring things, in order to deal with this fellow. "Who are you and what do you want here?"

He paced, and would have continued roaming the island's edge had someone not spotted him there. She called out, whoever she was, and Reyes turned his full attention to the voice, sweeping sad golden eyes across the shape of her. The wind shifted and the trees shook again.

Sorana — where is — he began, drawing closer to the girl so that he might investigate. He saw no red in her coat, he did not see the subtle shape of Teya's face within her face, and knew this was not his daughter. The ghost drew back again as he was offended by the living presence before him.

Sorana?! He shouted now, and the wind picked up across the island to whip and churn the air.

"What the damn hell?" Dwin took a step back, when the stranger noticed her and came - no - drew - no glided closer to her. He had a very cold aura, did not have any smell that she could identify him by and she also did not remember his face. Even if she had met him during early childhood. She scrutinized him through narrowed lids, her muzzle wrinkled and responded his request with series of low, rumbling growls.

"Sorana has not been here for ages," she told, vaguely recalling the tall, young and very sad girl of Teya's last year's litter. She had always seemed too grown up (and - in Dwin's opinion - too arrogant) to be engaged in any of the fun games that Dwin played with her siblings. "She was very sad and then disappeared. But - who are you and why do you care so much suddenly?" she asked, her tone cold. 

The ghost did not reply and then a moment later Dwin was left on her own. It was as if the ghost had never existed at all.