Noctisardor Bypass we can feel that time is dilated

time is not something that ezra yet understands in it's complex nature, but he understands when the light yawns into the mouth of the den and when it is chased away by the dulled shadows of the night. he can understand words and kind of mimic them. in the month of his life thus far, he has become more lively. more curious.

no longer content to linger in the safety of the den.

with ears still a little floppy and full of naivety of the dangers of the world outside the den, he brazenly pokes his head outside of it — though still weary enough to not fully expose himself entirely to the early morning sun and massive world that lay outside the den — he bellows WHA DOIN'? to anyone near enough to hear him, not realizing or caring that he was probably being disruptive.