Fishblight Mire screa[m] (1996)

A single limb sprang from the pit, and with it Ikaros jumped. Instantly the fur along his spine lifted, rising upwards  with a slight curl of his lip. Fear took hold and with it anger came swiftly. "Hello?" He would call again, an obvious edge to his voice.

Only grunts and moans would greet him again, along with a single sliver of color; a deep burning red. "Do you need help? Are you hurt?" He was tempted to turn and run, to leave the unsavory place with empty belly and creature to their own.