Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

In all of Slavik’s one year, he had never faced this kind of aggression. It certainly put a spin on his optimistic outlook, maybe he should finally start being a little more cautious with his interactions. The male above him, who he’d formally thought of as his competitor was now his for, his captor. He felt trapped and truly afraid for the first time in a long time. His eyes alight with fear, he shrunk down as the other’s jaws closed around his muzzle. He let out a yip of pain as the teeth grazed him, though they didn’t sink in too far.

Finally the boy’s survival instinct kicked in, and he felt himself ease back into his own weight. With a snarl he used his back legs to kick up, throwing the other male off and freeing himself. He scrambled to his feet quickly, turning to face his attacker with his tail held high.