Fox's Glade feel the fear in my enemies' eyes

With his teeth having found a place to latch on to, there was a brief moment where the boy felt as if he might stand a chance at winning—only for the feeling of teeth on his scruff to send him spiraling downward. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, panic setting in despite his fears being impossible, given their stances. No matter, his jaw grew slack, his grip loosening enough for the other to get away as he forced out a muffled, “Let go.” Paranoia outweighed his anger, bringing him back to his senses—partially—long enough for him to realise where he was and the wolf that he was up against.