His first impulse was to shake his head, but Eleven hummed a thoughtful note instead.

"I think I've become more attuned to life and death energies. This place is so heavy with death that things like this garden..."

He paused, then shrugged, not quite sure how to explain it but willing to try. "It's subtle, but there's something pure about the life growing here. And there's something sickened about the wolves. That sort of thing."