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

As they explained what happened, he reflexively reached a paw up and felt the top of his head, anticipating a large lump or some sharp, shooting pain or something. Oddly, however, there was nothing. It dawned on him that it really must have been a long while for there to be no signs of injury left. A month…it unnerved him that he had lost so much time. It had truly felt like forever when he had been stuck inside himself. But yet sitting here right now, he felt no different than he would have if he had been waking up from an ordinary night's sleep. His face reflected the troubled, jumbled mess of his thoughts that clunked around in his head. "More…wanna know, but…" he said, his speech still slurred and slightly truncated, and he touched his head again, indicating that even though he had more questions, he couldn't ask them or really comprehend the answers just yet. He sighed, frustrated that he couldn't make better sense of things that otherwise should've come to him easily.

Perry asked him if he needed anything, and Atticus grinned at the casual insult. "Food…yes…please?" he said, feeling a small but pesky rumbling in his belly.