
(( Thank you very much, Zero! Lol, poor Sylvan -- watch him get a heart attack before the day's ended. xD ))
Sylvan
The most terrifying part about being carried off by a giant toad-like monster was the fact that his partner was out of reach, unable to help him. Sure, Sylvan could transform back into his human form to attempt a punch or three at the thing, but... what good would that do? He was completely and utterly entrapped in its mouth, its tongue wrapped firmly around his shaft. He highly doubted that he would be able to move if indeed he transformed back.
In the reflection, Sylvan could be seen shuddering, his face ghostly pale with fear. He would have cracked his mouth open to scream, if he even had any saliva to wet his lips.
Then, it all happened too fast: the sudden appearance of the shaggy, canid beasts; his captor being trapped by a rather conveniently-placed pool of quicksand; Cemili's reclaiming the poleaxe (and in turn, Sylvan); then, the death of the monster and his meister's apparent dismissal of the wolves. It was all so sudden that at first he was unable to react -- no surprise that he didn't even spare the smaller frogs a glance, as he attempted to catch his breath and sort out what had just happened.
The first realization that hit him was Cemili's strange "power" to communicate with the wolves. What did that mean... what did that mean? In the axe head's reflection, Sylvan raised his ashen face, as if to look directly at his partner. She... did she just... Sylvan swallowed, hard. Is she a... witch? The very thought scared him very nearly to death, and though he wanted to reject the idea with every fiber of his being, he couldn't just let the matter slide.
"C-Cemili?" he asked, his voice thin and shaking. "What... what was that? Just now?"
