Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

Aerenys pressed forward with Eldritch in eerie, hellish tandem. Her jaws aimed for his windpipe, seeking to grab it in her pearlescent incisors and squeeze. He would release Eldritch one way or another, her fangs promised as the shadows converged on the pale bear. Only when her night-sister had retreated would Mati, giving a last twist of her teeth with hopes of taking some of Vein with her. 

Aphelion, unnerved by all the violent thrashing and commotion, skittered quickly down her dark leg and slithered out of sight. The Priestess spared him a thought of protectiveness, hoping the gods would keep him safe for her. They had traveled quite a way together and it would sadden the darkling to lose her friend now. Still, the black widow focused her attention upon the brute of dirtied snow -- hackles raised defensively as a dark tongue swiped over her bared teeth.