August swung his head around to look at the serval. He stared at him for a long while, brain slowly picking apart the words he'd spoke and attempting to put them back together in a way he'd understand. This cat had spoken.. Rather quickly. August seemed to blank out as he went over the others words, processing them until he could get the gist of what had been said to him. The first thing he said was, "Why would I not be a deer? It is the animal I died as."
He then went quiet for a few more moments as he stared at Killua. He took a few deep breaths, stomped one of his hooves on the ground. How long had he been like this? He couldn't tell just from looking around here. He knew it had to have bit at least a few months, but other than that.. It could've been years. Hell, it could've been decades if the snow had been around long enough. He couldn't even tell based off how much his body had already decayed, because he had no clue if the snow had fallen recently after his death and stayed there, or if it was new. For all he knew, the snow could've fallen today and he could've died not even a few weeks ago.
"I was killed by a predator. I cannot feel anything. And.." He paused, then continued on. "I am still not hungry. I do not know how long I have been dead. I just woke up a little while ago." August sighed a little bit, hazy eyes flicking back to Jacob for a moment as if pleading for him to save him from the questioning. On a normal occasion, August would've been happy to answer the servals' questions, but he was feeling rather tired already and thinking about why he was alive after dying was starting to make him feel like there was a ball of ice forming in his stomach.
Well. He supposed there could be an actual ball of ice forming inside him. But, he guessed it probably wasn't real and was more just the instinctual fear that most, if not all, creatures have inside them somewhere.
"Who are you? Are you also in this.. group?"
"SPEECH"
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