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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Hari waited with baited breath to see how Deathbelle would react, praying that she would try and puzzle it out rather than run off spooked. It was so frustrating not to be able to speak to her, to communicate as he normally would. He could see a sadness in her eyes, a somber veil that seemed to have fallen over his sister since the last time he'd seen her, back when he was alive. He wanted so much to comfort her, but how?

Deathbelle's eyes caught sight of his small bit of mischief, the dandelion and blueberry and she spoke his name before beginning to cry. He knew he didn't have a body any more but still he could swear he felt his own tears on his cheeks. "I miss you too, sis. I miss you so much." He lifted a paw and stretched it out toward his sister, concentrating as hard as he could as he sought to gently pat her shoulder. Surely if he could move the berry and the small flower he could manage this. He had to do something, anything, desperate to give his sister some gesture of comfort.