Lone Star Mountain my heart has sought a thing i cannot name

After a few heartbeats of insistent touching, the pale wanderer roused, blinking glazed eyes as a notch began to form in his muzzle -- but it melted away into a look of scrutiny and weariness when he saw the darker male above him. Thought better of greeting his... witness?... with a snarl, as he might know of hospice or such to rest himself.

His eyes shuttered again, brow furrowing in an attempt to gain his bearings, before he painstakingly arced his neck and tilted his head to look up at the sterling male. Unable to find his voice for a moment; which was unmistakably, foreignly worn from travel,  "Where am I?"