Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

Pain and frustration shifted into fear and anger as his mother refused to let him up- and he felt horribly betrayed by the fact that she was treating him this way just because he'd shaked the water out of his pelt at her. This was going way beyond the playful boundaries which were his comfort zone; the stronghold she had on the back of his neck was horrifyingly painful, and she only made matters worse when she clenched her jaws twice, causing him to shriek the first time- and nearly lose consciousness the second time. It sent an icy cold feeling through his body that rippled down his spine and through his legs like an electric shock. If she bit him much harder, she could paralyze him. And in that moment, simply because she could, her fierceness implied that she would.

He flopped and floundered with his feet, though he wasn't able to do much and he felt his strength sapping as black dots clouded his vision. But panic surged through him, injecting adrenaline through his veins which prompted him to strike out wildly with his front legs and buck and twist his hips as he sought to wrench himself from her grasp. Stamping down with both front feet, he managed to use his waning strength to push his head up off the ground- lifting his mother's weight with him- and when his shaking legs gave out, he twisted himself to his side and felt a sudden release of pressure as he fell onto his shoulder. With both front legs, he struck out at his mother's nearest foreleg, hoping to shove her off balance so he might have a chance to get away.