Sleepy Fox Hollow damn the dark, damn the light

Show your teeth.

Fences, cages, collars, snarling, blood. Torn throats and mangled faces.

"I don't want to," he gasped out, still desperately trying to catch his breath as Cenric dove for his throat. Teeth glanced across the side of his neck and he winced, feeling blood begin to seep into his fur. 

He had to, didn't he?

Clarence staggered backward a bit and lunged forward again, vision growing fuzzy around the edges. There were people standing around in a circle, cheering through the bars as he tried to tackle the other man to the ground. 

How was he already feeling so weak?

The wound on his neck gushed, saturating his fur and dripping to the ground below. A clean hit to the artery, but the boy didn't know that yet.