[He isn't out too long. Ten, fifteen minutes maybe. When he comes to he shakes his head, and takes a moment to sweep his hair out of his eye and off of his face, smearing blue there as well. He gets up and takes a step towards Connor, then thinks better of it. He sits, tucking his paws under his body, so that he's clearly not in an attacking position. He looks down at the blood on his hand, rubbing his thumb and fingers together to feel the viscosity.]
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