Shadow Mountain i knew what would happen, 'cause honey the vermin survive

Zephyr doesn't actually know the word concussion, though he's had many in his short life. Nor does he know that losing a lot of blood in a short time causes weakness, such as what he's experiencing now.
In fact, he doesn't know much of anything right now. He's completely out of it, and he barely registers the words. Only the nudge rouses him, and even then it's slight — calling him not to the present, but to a distant past left far behind him. Something he'd never normally reveal even a hint of to Daighre. Stop it, Kratos, He mumbles, shifting, shoving at the figure half-heartedly with one paw. He just wants to rest for a little while.