Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

Bored to death in chemistry class and posting on my phone while trying not to be noticed by the professor...moments when you realize how addicted to Wolf you really are, lol.

Atticus watched the interaction between Blue and Perry with a dazed grin on his face, much of what passed between escaping his comprehension. He nevertheless managed to deduce that their jubilation and tears were in celebration of his return. From where, though, he did not know. He caught Blue's mention of loving him, and this would stir up considerably more emotion in him later when his thoughts weren't so sluggish and muddied. For now, Perry asked him how his head felt (and the fact that Atticus didn't parry his brother's dick comment with a scathing retort was testament to how slow his mental processes still were). Confusion glazed Atticus's eyes and he furrowed his brows in concentration for a long moment before he finally managed to answer, "Fuzzy..." He looked up at Blue and Perry, and his words were slow and a little slurred as he continued, "Gone...? Was I...where?"