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He circled around a bit more as she shook off the sensation of the place. It wasn't eerie to him so much as sad, the scent of distilled death that hung over this place. He could see it already trying to grow back, if he looked closely enough, but the scars were so big.

He was caught up in it when she asked, and he shook his head slowly. I can make one. It would be sad, maybe, if it was about after like this. During would be harder since he'd never seen it. He imagined it to be giant, a monster that grabbed entire portions of trees and left very little in it's wake. It would probably grab up wolves too, pretty easily, along with. A song about the emptiness and the quiet of after would be peaceful and better, he thought, since it wouldn't invite thinking about how it might come back.

I made one already, but it's about something else. It's the bear and the raven. He quieted a bit, suddenly unsure of how well she'd like that. He had been a part of Ursus, but he had never belonged there. There was a time that the bear king had liked his songs, but what would he think now?