Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

Clarence is out of breath at that point, dirty and panting and trying to get enough air in to fill his abused lungs. It was funny how the fatigue and ache never seemed to occur to him until after everything was over. Now, he was more... annoyed, he thought. It seemed like they would get her. 

"I'm alright," he responded, wheezing just a bit - the collision had knocked the breath out of him. His fur was still ruffled, muddied a bit where he'd rolled into the mud. "That was... embarrassing." he echoed Santiago's sentiment, looking up sheepishly at the man. "I don't even think I bit her, really. I couldn't get a hold of her leg."