Devaguea whirled toward the sound and hissed again, moving away from the noise as he tried to keep the fire between him and the freshest noise. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He hurt, cut on neck, but could move, not light so not fight, why hurt, hurt, where?<br/><br/>He shook his head, before grabbing it in both his forepaws, trying to get his thoughts to work right as he could FEEL his thoughts moving, skittering like small bugs in his head, too fast to track or understand or pick.