Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

A firm push, weight settled on him. It squeezed air out of his lungs, forcing another pathetic sound to escape into the thick silence. And then a question. Followed by another. And another.

Clay gulped, an action that caused the dry muscles in his throat to rub at an uncomfortable angle. His mouth felt less like one and more like a piece of wood, and he quickly licked at his lips and around his teeth, eager to get some moisture to return.

"I.." He didn't understand the other's reaction, the look, the snarl. And it was the flash of teeth that sent him back once more, kick-starting his heart to beat rapidly and sending him in a frenzy. His body now felt cold— far too cold, and the only reaction that made sense to him was to resume kicking and struggling.

"No, no, no, no," Clay repeated, chanting as he screwed his eyes shut and shook in fear once more. "How do you know my name, how do YOU KNOW MY NAME!?" he screeched louder this time, his voice echoing and no doubt alerting others in the area. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, piling up and up and over and over until they spilled down his cheeks, wetting his fur and stinging the fresh mark upon his flesh.

His mind seized, flooding with memories and complicated feelings that were too much for him to bear. And the boy, tiny in youth and in mind, fell broken to such torment upon himself and released a series of bites aimed above him. He wouldn't aim to maul the stranger, only to tug at his fur and rip out tufts before spitting them out.