As Fisher tried desperately to get through the mangled, bloody white fur, trying to find the stone of the creature he knew for only a few moments before her untimely demise, two voices tugged at his ears. Like a bad dream, something or someone-- two someones-- was trying to pull him back to reality. His body was pinned down by a great weight that wasn't crushing even though it was confining, and then a sharp, biting cold rush of water soaked his face and he closed his eyes tight.

Fallah's voice called his name, saying it was them... Black's voice, saying it was Black, asking who Deus was. The water ran down his cheeks and he snorted away the dribbles that tried to get into his nose, shaking his head and scattering water everywhere. As he finally opened his copper eyes once more, he saw Black's big paws and wrinkled face, Fallah along side him. The noodle wagged his tail softly at his friends, a bit lost-- it was like waking up from a dream. Everything felt foggy and strange, but somehow the dream had felt more real than it usually did.

"Fallah? Black?" He whined softly, reaching forward to nuzzle and lick at both of his friends. "Where am I?" The feeling of snow was gone, but he could still see the blueish tint of Polaris shining behind his friends. "... What happened?" He had an idea of what had happened, some kind of bad dream taking over his waking world, but he wasn't sure... And he didn't know how to answer Black's question of who Deus' was, either.

Fisher stared at his friends, still in a daze. They were so worried... What had happened? He glanced towards the eyesore of bone and muscles and felt a shiver up his spine. "... I'm alright," he said reluctantly as Fallah pressed her cheek into the nook of his neck and he reached down to lick at her ear. "Sorry... It, I, uh, a bad dream. I just..." He was grasping for the words, but he didn't have the right ones.

Smoothing out his fur with a deep breath and forcing himself calm, the noodle rose to his paws. "It's no one. Just someone I used to know," he explained after a heartbeat, letting his copper gaze flash between the two of his friends. "Come on, let's get away from that mess... It might make us sick." He had no idea if that was true, honestly, it was more of an excuse than anything else. He started to skulk off, glancing back after a few pawsteps to make sure his friends were coming with him.