It felt like he should remember where he had come from. The memories nothing but a buzzing blur as he tried to get himself to stand. All he could remember was the ripping of the ground beneath him, then a blackness that overcame the atmosphere. The world was gone in the blink of an eye, his feet being taken out from underneath him, and the fall that propelled him downwards to the land below. With a few jabs in his sides and some ruffled up fur from hitting the sides of trees and bushes on the way down, Deacon was not in the best of shape.

At least there were no real serious injuries, maybe just a lot of bruising and what not. Orange eyes finally managed to focus themselves on the thick forest, noticing that it was still at least midday by the light that was coming through the canopy. Though it wasn't a lot of sun, the clouds still shown with some of its hidden brilliance. Snow littered the ground like fluffy cotton candy, soft and wispy as he moved through it. What kind of place was this?