Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

"we all get lost sometimes," merrick admitted, hoping to soothe the girl's clearly frayed nerves. "i'm not blaming you. don't blame yourself." to her question the boy glanced with open admiration at the still frame of the ursine, rearing up into the darkness until it was almost obscured.
"no. but i watched him die," he whispered reverently, forgetting her first question. "i've never seen anything like that."
it had been like watching a  god fall.