Shadow Mountain here's what I meant to say was how I'd prefer you, cruel, cold and grey

Consciousness creeps back over him in stages, bringing with it a reminder of the ache in his head, the blood dried in his fur. He stirs to the sound of Daighre's voice again, still hostile. Why hasn't he left yet? Yeah, He grimaces slightly, shifting. By the time he gets on his feet, his expression is as neutral as ever. Wariness of his own vulnerability drives the movement, along with a growing suspicion. He still doesn't remember how he'd gotten here, but he's starting to think Daighre had something to do with it.