Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

He gripped her scruff and quite literally ripped her from the mud. With a sharp cry she began to thrash because it hurt and she was trying to get herself up and away faster unsure if he'd meant it or not. Her heart skipped a few beats sluggishly and as he released her she slumped over turning toward him as she hefted herself up swaying side to side drunkenly as she blinked at him. There was a look in his eye that reminded her of Abaddon. "That hurt monsieur ....but thank you" there was a purl quite unlike her as she studied him wondering if he too would prove to be her savior if she appealed to him enough. There was a slurring on the french and her voice dwindled to a hush at the end eyes drooping half shut. She knew something was wrong then, when she felt like she'd drop into a nap at any moment. Giving herself a shake she looked into his eyes the only thing she could think of to ask being "Those seeds do this?" before her forelegs buckled so she knelt before him with a gasp falling to her side afterward. 

Feel free to PP some serious whump of whatever kind. No loss of limbs or blindind (permanent damage = no) <3 thank you sorry for the wait!