Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

There was only villainy in that smile.

Her eyes rolled wildly to watch as he approached her and as he set fang upon her she floundered wild but helpless to his assault. Her screams seemed to have brought them some attention stopping him as he reached a place her brain could only just grasp at being entirely too low. Watching him pull back and look around she couldn't care whether she was safe or not it was the absence of pain that caused her to pass out only to be shaken awake again by her foreleg which was left throbbing and bloodied along with the rest of her body. As he disappeared like a phantom she lay there covered in mud and blood, she did not cry out for help but instead let sleep wrap it's arms around her welcoming it more than anything.