who ya gonna call?

THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...

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At one point the mists finally parted and Harbringr found himself standing between two large stones. His memory was as hazy as the mist that rolled past his feet and try as he might he couldn't quite recall where he'd been going or what he was doing here. Well, standing around wouldn't help. Sometimes all one could do was move forward.

Through the mists he saw a familiar figure cloaked in black and white. The flicker of recognition sparked into a sudden flame as he recognized his sister. "Deathbelle! Spirits alive, is that really you?" He bounded toward her suddenly aware of how transparent he seemed to be and how his paws made no noise on the ground. Oh… oh that's right… he was dead. But if he was dead then what was he doing here?