Bearclaw Valley oso

the pain was sudden but not indescribable. ancelin had already been given his first round of facial piercings, and as the hot teeth of the stranger tore at his left cheekbone, he leaned into the agony.
a hoarse shout of effort gritted; ancelin ripped his own wounds wider to have a final word, snapping for one flailing paw as the dumbass twisted away, heading back the way he came.