Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

Halfway back to himself, Clarence was almost positive he had a hold on it, red eyes wild as he watched the man approaching again. "No..." he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut tight for just a moment before Memory made to grab and jerk him backward. 

The sudden movement sent him right back into that frenzied mode, and he let out a sound halfway between a gutteral snarl and a high-pitched whine. The boy turned his head to the side and snapped at the side of Memory's head, teeth sinking into flesh until they connected with bone. Clarence turned then to face the man fully, jaws opening wide again to take more of his head in - lips, then ear, cheek, and eye. But really his attack was blind, aimless - desperate to protect himself from this perceived threat.