Enough with it - 'joining' + A ghosty-goo

The heat, though unbearable to some, was moderate for the snow bengal. Having been dead for years now, coming into the physical realm in a desert was not expected but not bad. What was definitely unexpected was a red river. Was that there last she was alive? Considering it's been a hundred some odd years since she last saw the physical, living realm, she was going to go with 'no'.

She placed a paw into the water, feeling it run around her paw as if to see if it felt like blood. Oddly enough, it didn't. It just felt like water. She swished her paw around in it, looking at the staining every now and then. Unbeknownst to her, a Pittian patrol was headed toward her from the other side of the river. With a shout of "who are you!" The Bengal gasped, didn't look to see who was there, and simply flickered out of visibility. She completely forgot that people had the ability to live in severe heat - or mild temperatures, considering the desert was uncharacteristically mild.