Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

He drew in a breath as she released him, finally, and had expected her to simply gloat with her victory but before he could pull away she grabbed him again- this time grabbing him at his poll, where he felt her fangs dig into the tender crevice where his skull tapered into his spine. It made him feel almost sick to his stomach to feel the pinch of teeth against bone, and his jaw dropped open- only to be forced shut as his mother pressed down, forcing his mouth to close. He whined as she stepped one foot over his shoulders, gaining even more ground on him- and his voice rose into a pained, helpless screech for a moment. 

"Maaarr, Stahp," He snarled through clenched teeth, unable to do much else as she pinned him down. He was able to move his hindquarters, but failed to see what good that could do. This lesson had gone too far too fast. "Fuckaff," He growled, baring teeth that were useless to him, so long as she held him in that position. His growl amplified into an enraged screech when she didn't immediately comply. F'kaaaff!"