But she remained silent.
She curled herself up tighter, her arms wrapping around Gideon Larkin's neck, her chin lightly resting on his shoulder.
She knew Gideon Larkin was already exhausted; she didn't want to burden him further.
After a few steps, Gideon Larkin suddenly let out a muffled groan, his entire hind leg suddenly sinking down forcefully.
His body tilted; instinctively he wanted to stabilize himself, but the ground was as soft as quicksand, offering no support at all.
The mud bubbled and churned, swallowing him up to the waist in an instant.
"Gideon Larkin!"
Seraphina Caldwell clung desperately to his mane.
Her entire body leaned forward, almost pressed against his back, yet she dared not let go.
Gideon Larkin frantically kicked around, his hind legs scrambling in the mud, stirring up large waves of muck.
But the more he struggled, the faster he sank, his body continuously descending, and the mud had already reached his chest.
