Fairspell Meadow they once belonged to me

To say he was surprised by her response would've been quite an understatement. First he was stunned, next he was hurt emotionally - thinking this was Raven and she was, for whatever reason, striking at him - and last, the fierce physical sting of pain as teeth met the flesh of his face. The hold wasn't strong at all, but those teeth sliced in to Titmouse's cheek and glanced off his jawbone as he pulled violently free of contact. The yelp of his pain and emotions carried across the meadow. 

Titmouse did not buckle. He did what came naturally and was ducking, twisting, striking out - and in those fleeting moments, he caught sight of green where there should have been yellow, and knew this wasn't his mother at all.