Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

Clarence could already feel his head starting to throb, but it was manageable. That was what he told himself, anyway - he could handle it. Everything was under control.

The yanking of his hind leg threw him off balance, and the boy twisted in the mud on instinct to make an attempt to nip at Memory's ears in an attempt to get him to let go. Nothing severe or violent - not yet - but definitely trying to free himself from the older wolf's jaws.