Vreth looked at his fangs, and he became more settled. "I was dead once too..." he said. "But I was not like you, I don't think" he said, shaking his head. He did not know which seasons he had lived and died through. If his winter years had been and gone or not. All he felt was dread and grief.
He sat there, staring up at him curiously, a spark of wonder in his eyes. He touched the fabric of his uniform and took in the scents that surrounded him. Slowly, he picked himself up off the ground and stood to look into his eyes.