"-AAAGH!," Leon screamed from the moment he reappeared, much as if he'd never stopped screaming in the first place. Which likely would've been that way if his airway wasn't ripped out. A short moment later, when he realized that the pain in every single fibre of his body had stopped, so did his screaming cease.
 "...Wuh? But... How... why... wha? But the wolves... and then dead. Not dead. Schrödinger. Corpse. Wut?" The poor abused young man muttered as if he'd lost his mind. To be fair, most people who get mauled by wild animals tend to be pretty shaken by the experience, and that's when they survive the ordeal rather than get revived later on in some bizarre fashion. Either way, it was pretty clear that he hadn't heard a single word GM just said, instead checking out his current non-dead body and the extremely familiar corpse on the ground. "Still alive. Somehow. No pain. Arm good. But... how?"