Bearclaw Valley I just slip away and I am gone

He huffed and snarled, shaking his head up and down.
Clutching at the uneven breaths through his constricted windpipe.
Blood was running freer now.
Quicker.

His back legs were pulled out from under him in opposite directions, making his rear tumble to the ground whilst he struggled to hold his front up. He gurgled a scream as he attempted again to swing around and fight off an attacker -- this happened to be Toad, the youth still swinging from his jugular with increasing pressure.