Otter Creek I pack up my things

He stared at her, expecting her to leave when she launched for his face.
He only had time to snarl before she was upon him, teeth slicing across his muzzle. 
His head instinctively snapped back with an anguished, pained cry.

He fell back a few steps, turning his head slightly and his paw came up to cover the slash.
His Mother didn't want him fighting them. If he did she'd take them away from here forever.
He felt angry and hurt. Why did they hate him?
"Why do you hate me?" His voice conveyed all of his hurt. He just wanted to live here, where he felt he belonged.