Haunted Wood might just turn around (do 180)

The bite to the throat was the final straw. 
 Memory had sensed the kids frustration- he had wanted to push him, but he was also mostly just playing. The bite landed on the sensitive healing wound and he swiped a paw, his play growl holding a warning. "Watch out. On a real enemy that would have been a good call, though." He rolled to his paws and grabbed the woodchuck, tearing it open so loops of intestines flopped out. "Here. Go ahead. You earned it."