He seems oblivious to the presence of the others at first, too preoccupied with the oppressive walls of... whatever this is, to observe anything beyond it. All he knows is that he's been trapped for what feels like a long time already, and that at some point after being eaten things shifted, and ended up like this.

The fact that he can move at all is some desperately needed respite, but the more he does move the more he realizes something is wrong. It's a feeling that goes beyond just that of atrophied muscles and exhausted nausea. There is something primal about him that's changed, and the absence feels worse than the hole in his chest he had earlier.

He breaks out of the top of the egg, wretching. There's enough space now for the rest of his body to start slipping out, and enough for him to just start to notice the things that are different. The claws on his hands and feet, the way his fiery hair grows all the way down his back like a mane instead of just atop his head. The speckles of scale-like patterns on his shoulders, the ridges on his head, and most obviously... the tail that slips out after him, tangling around his legs.

He vomits something molten into the grass, setting a patch of it aflame. He's clearly lost a bunch of weight from the process - still muscular, but less so than before. There's too much going on for him to absorb all at once, and a feeling of falling apart fills his head more than anything else.

He has no idea what's going on. The possibility of this had never once occurred to him in the entirety of his life.