Felltree Marsh Mutilate, Maul, Maim, Mangle

The voice of a woman rung in his ears. Sulfurous, grating, sickeningly laced with sweet honey that he knew all too well to be poison.

His head turning to the sound, his breath hitched at the sight. He had expected it to be her, but he felt fear all the same.

They were alone. She may be shorter than he, but he beat her in musculature by miles. He knew all too well what Viskani was capable of with the right motivations, and he knew all too well that only a few months ago they had been handed to her on a silver platter.

Long, stumbling legs twisted around to run back toward Sapphique - when he found the ice made it hard to reach his full speed, he let out a bark with the hopes that someone may hear.

Never before now had Phobos feared death, but maybe until now he simply had not found his reason to live.

He had to make it home. For Pepper.