"It is dead. Most human settlements at least have some grass or trees...this place is just empty and lifeless. Nothing to hunt. No way to live." He shudders, unable to suppress the chills running up his spin (or the painful bruises from his fight with Wags). He turns his head, looking at the tall buildings and lifeless metal and concrete.

"It seems like a place to go to die, like a brontosaurus graveyard. Not a place you want to stay in very long. Like there are restless spirits or something..." He's never been superstitious, but in this place it's hard not to be.