[His eyes dart around, anything that moves, they're drawn to, but he's so incredibly still. So this is what it meant? There are a dozen urges flying throughout his head at the same time, but his body is too exhausted to follow through with any of them. The copper tinge of blood is distracting and his head keeps flinching as he can smell it on another part of his body. His own, the lion's.

His eyes settle on the impression, Talisman intensely interesting, and for a split second, he loses himself enough to raise it and lick across the surface, sputtering out a bit of the fur afterward and coughing. What the hell is he doing now?]

Is there a way to carry it easier?