Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

His attack was met with teeth digging more firmly into his neck and Clarence felt his tail tucking between his legs. Fear and anger whirled around in his pounding head, and his vision was tunneling. The injuries to his chest weren't all that severe, he was sure of it - memories of injuries worse than that flooding his mind.

White fur was soaked through with blood, both his own and Memory's. The roar spurred him on and he kicked his hind legs hard into the older wolf's gut, yanking a chunk of his own skin off of his chest in the process in order to dislodge him.

Clarence snarled and got to his feet, blood dribbling onto the dirt beneath him as he began pacing back and forth, frenzied but some part of him still trying to keep control of himself.