Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Clay. Clay had been hurt. He'd been on edge all night and had finally set out to the borders to try and cool off with a patrol. Lost inside his head he hadn't heard Memory coming and with a grunt as he was knocked aside and a low growled "Hell yeah" that was mainly playful aimed a quick snap of his jaws that was meant to miss toward as he used his hips and shoulder to shove the man off and take a defensive stance, circling and waiting for an opportunity to strike. 

Dice rolls or go at it purely ic? If ic no serious wounds or maiming but I welcome nips, scrapes, a little blood etc