Jon didn't pass out because terrible things can happen when you're unconscious and he'd much rather be conscious even if it's horrifically painful, so an act of will... definitely took place there.
Jon waits for Lark to return, though it's obvious as Lark comes back that he's practically vibrating with a desire to go and do and explore despite the pain, but when he sees the jerky, he's going to whine a little that he'd like some, pawing in place even as he waits.
Part of the fun of a bag of jerky is tearing open the plastic with your teeth. He shows Jon how, then nudges it over for him to try, so he can feel the tiny vibrations as the plastic yields, so he can hear the pleasant whispering rip of it that humans miss by opening it the proper way.
And then there's the jerky. God in Heaven the smell of the jerky.
His appetite is in tact. Good. The next stop, then, is going to be the proper kitchen.
But it means going through halls, smelling people and their pets, and for a while the pets are all going to smell like food, they're all going to ignite the urge to hunt.
For that matter so will some of the people, the angry ones, the frightened ones.
But Jon needs food, and Lark needs to see how he'll adapt, so he leads him to the door and paws it open.
Jon looks at Lark and makes a quizzical sound before nosing into the cracked door and sniffing a few times before pulling his nose out and giving another confused noise at Lark.
Jon will learn there are certain sounds and certain twitches of motion--the ear here, the tail there--that mean specific things. The first one he tries to teach him is the soft, huff, not-quite-a-bark that means food.
Then he leads him out into the hall and stays close, watching him as they move to the stairwell and on to the cafeteria.
He catches on; whether that's from remembering or Knowing from before all the times they were together while he was on four feet instead of two. Jon follows amiably enough, still sort of vibrating, but clearly focusing it on moving in place instead of zipping around immediately. He's much more high energy than Warren was, clearly excited, clearly curious like nothing else, but he's used to containing his feelings on that score.
...or more precisely, knowing how to keep them localized.
Once they're moving, though, he's moving. There's a few little hops and bounces and returns to Lark and vocalizations that are more tone than any meaning of word or phrase. They translate, roughly, to 'asking a million questions and excited about everything'.
Lark watches him, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling in a wolfy smile. Most of those questions can only be answered by experience, so he takes him to the kitchen where his nose will have to calibrate to four hundred thousand different smells, to chemicals he's never been able to detect before because human and humanoid bodies typically don't have the sense organs for it.
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Jon waits for Lark to return, though it's obvious as Lark comes back that he's practically vibrating with a desire to go and do and explore despite the pain, but when he sees the jerky, he's going to whine a little that he'd like some, pawing in place even as he waits.
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And then there's the jerky. God in Heaven the smell of the jerky.
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But then there's jerky, and he's never devoured anything with the ravenousness he turns on the jerky.
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But it means going through halls, smelling people and their pets, and for a while the pets are all going to smell like food, they're all going to ignite the urge to hunt.
For that matter so will some of the people, the angry ones, the frightened ones.
But Jon needs food, and Lark needs to see how he'll adapt, so he leads him to the door and paws it open.
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Then he leads him out into the hall and stays close, watching him as they move to the stairwell and on to the cafeteria.
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...or more precisely, knowing how to keep them localized.
Once they're moving, though, he's moving. There's a few little hops and bounces and returns to Lark and vocalizations that are more tone than any meaning of word or phrase. They translate, roughly, to 'asking a million questions and excited about everything'.
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But there's so much. And he feels like he just opened the door of his mind to a whole new ocean. It's amazing.