Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

Mambo drove after him, low and slinking like the fluid ebony of a she-panther, snapping at the huge male's hocks and flanks until he was spurred on out of her reach. The stygian Priestess ground to a halt, snorting a whuff of breath through her inky nose as Aerenys watched the coward flee -- bested by two witches half his size, comes the spiteful addition to her thoughts. A glance back and her mismatched jaspers burned with sudden fury -- flickering as they took in the sight of Aphelion, crushed underfoot in the scuffle. The queen of vodoun swore she could feel a piece of her die with the familiar. 

"We go on," the Priestess answered resolutely, suddenly weary as her shoulders sagged and ears splayed. He would pay, she promised as she gently pawed a mound of soft mud over the still form of the serpent who had been her only friend, once. 

He would pay dearly.