Duck Lake ain't that a kick in the head?

heeeeyyyy! welcome back!

coming to was, to put it crassly, a bitch. but he was alive, at least, and so aditya opened his eyes with some effort after several minutes, wincing at the blinding pain in his head. the dark form above him was doubled at first, but then coalesced into the singular form of a young wolf, licking his face. he appreciated the effort, but it hurt more than it helped; he cringed awkwardly away, squinting at the girl.

kaun hain? adi asked gruffly, swiping a tongue along dry jowls. he realized moments later he had spoken in his mother's tongue, and so he scrabbled together the scattered bits and pieces of his mind, trying to form words that would be coherent to her. however. . .

he couldn't find them. that was odd.

ah. . .k-kaun—kaun hain? he tried again, hoping against hope that somehow she would find the meaning, even if she didn't fully understand his speech.