Bearclaw Valley some kind of madness

The woman made his fur stand on edge. He wasn't quite sure why, but her demeanour was so very different to their previous darker-furred mothers; austere and distant at best. He was far more used to being bullied, treated with seeming disdain rather than indifference. She had let him take from the altar many times before, so the boy was surprised when, as his jaws closed around the leg of the rabbit, so too did the woman's teeth find his nape.

She easily overpowered him. Astyanax let out a loud, startled yelp as his face was suddenly pushed into the dirt, his body wiggling instinctively to break free from his aggressor's hold as whines turned into growls.