Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

Clarence beamed at the praise, tail swishing across the air behind him. He'd done a good job! That was all he really wanted to do, anyway, was to be good. The boy didn't know it now, but the reason he knew to go for the limbs was a direct result of the cages, having to be pitted against dogs and wolves and everything in between larger than he was. That was the best way to survive.

He lunged again, this time aiming to feint left, but was caught up in the man's jaws. Teeth met his throat and it hurt, and suddenly a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, he was no longer in the forest, fighting this man, but instead was in the ring, surrounded by human spectators and with blinding lights bearing down on himself and his opponent. 

Clarence opened his jaws wide and twisted his head, snapping teeth into the left side of his opponent's neck and jerking his head backward to rip through flesh.