Neverwinter Forest And it feels like yesterday was a year ago

Zephyr, at least, is on his feet. He can't stand for long yet, still hindered by how thoroughly the dark stranger had chewed his leg, but he's far too restless to stay in his metaphorical sickbed for much longer.
He's pacing when Mal's voice reaches him, steps slow and shaky. His gaze finds Kratos first, a frown tugging at his features when he sits up — but his mate is already laying back down with a snort before he can say anything. So he turns his attention to Mal, head tilting questioningly as he moves to meet the leader. What's up? He asks, gaze sliding past him to focus on the (I'm assuming) slightly more distant figure behind him. Who is — The familiarity hits him like a ton of a bricks, and he cuts off abruptly, eyes widening slightly. He knows already that this is a significant meeting, though he still hasn't fully recognized his mother — but he can't bring himself to move or speak more. All he can do is wait for Mal to explain.