Firestone Hot Springs i am heaven sent

He brushed past them—
 
And their teeth found purchase in the scruff of his neck, abrupt and sudden, moments before they shoved him to the ground. He stumbled—fell—landing harshly on the ground, dirt and stone alike digging into his fur and the skin beneath.
 
“The fuck?” He barked—yelped—equal parts winded and bewildered. He scrambled to his feet, his hackles raised and bristling, and his stance low, guarded.
 
“You can’t just fucking attack people.”