Ramon stares at the photo hungrily. His fingers move over the girl's features, as though trying to memorize every pore. "She can't be...". He looks up. "I saw her body!"

Ramon shifts into a tall, lean young man with dark blue fur, unusual hands, and a tail. "This is our son." Ramon never caught the knack of photos. It's easier to show.

"And the name is Ramon. Raven died at that hospital."