One more solid yank and he frees one boot, scrambling to pull the second from the mud. Slightly more mobile he had room and time enough to draw a dagger from his belt and hurl it end over end just past the man and his shield (possibly hitting the bear but as there was a man and a shield between the two of them that was difficult to tell)- to buy himself one moment more. Hip deep in bones and blood and flesh he has been but nothing quite clung and attempted to drown him like the mud of Ferelden.

Zevran stumbled free, staggering away from the muddy path in an attempt to flank the beast. Stealth would not be an option.