Stone Circle Say it to me

"You're going to rest down here?" Nosing it again, he felt his stomach turn over after enough given thought. The dead sat here.
He wondered of Starclan's existence. He also felt nothing, being on top of spiritual grounds.
In a final sniff, he reeled his head back. 

"How long ago?" His interest was piqued. No one had ever explained to him death nor spirits. Not even decay. He figured it out on his own. At straws, he grasped for a long-needed concept of mortality and past lives.