Kir awoke with a jerk of his whole body, finding himself laying on his side. His tail hit something hard and he lifted himself to look, seeing that it had hit a tree.
Pushing off the ground with one hand, he saw that everyone had made a small camp where he'd fallen. Most of the Black Sheep were asleep, resting on cots and using their bags as equipment.
They'd dragged him away from the circle of destruction that marked the former location of the portal down, and in its place was a jagged black crack that seemed to pulse and throb, the air around it distorted in both color and dimension. It made Kir's head hurt to look at it.
Taking another look at the camp, he saw Stella sleeping in a tree, Cheshire curled up on top of her. Underneath her Sam was leaning against the trunk, clearly keeping watch.
Kir stood and approached them.
"Hey," Kir said quietly, aware his steps were quite loud because of his size. "How long was I out?"