Greatwater Lake and like weeds do he only came and grew back again

What the hell had happened to him? At that whisper, Mal's head shot up to scan the horizon. He was pretty sure they were alone. It sent a bristle down his spine, though, just in case. Mental note, whoever that guy was, whatever he did, he probably needed to have his face ripped off and fed to himself -- find someone who could do that.

He came closer -- he didn't smell horrifically injured or something, but Phillip's response was way out of Mal's realm of understanding. What had gone on? He tried to speak as calmly and soothingly as possible, but whether that was working, who knew, It's just me, it's just Mal. We can go. We can go back to the forest. I'll take you back there, and you'll be safe. You won't see whoever it was ever again. He'd know that scent. Add it to the list with the black headed crazy lady and the two dark wolves.