Bonesplinter Ravine macabre

she knew the factual ideals of death - the way the bodies cooled, decomposed. the way life - whatever that was - left the body. she did not know if she believed what her brother told her, but she knew she didn't like his idea, the helpless, single path that came after death. 

"maybe some souls get away. like how prey sometimes does. maybe, they come back here." she thinks it would be a terrible fate - either eaten, or made to drift around, without a body, in this world. what does a soul look like? to his question, she offers a small shrug, unable and unwilling to explain her reasoning exactly.