Barrow Fields Carry Me Home

Pepper's paw landed, but he was too slow to strike the dumb child's precious eyes. That may have been for the better. He wasn't looking to cause such a serious injury. 

His shoulders burned, one bleeding, and his mouth was dripping with both his own and the child's blood. When the kid offered to back off, Pepper didn't push further. His face was fairly messed up, and Pepper considered that enough. 

"Done already?" he asked through huffed breaths. He pulled himself to his paws, wincing as his body fought hard against him. He ran a tongue across his stained muzzle, tasting the individual puncture wounds.