Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

His lungs pulled in air the moment his throat was released, though it took him some time to inhale enough oxygen to stimulate full consciousness again. Like a newborn pup gasping for their first taste of air, his breaths came in short, huffing pants until he was aware enough of his own existance to lick his lips, focus his wide-eyed stare, and lift his head. The confusion subsided slowly, as a fog might lift lazily in the morning, until he clapped eyes on his mother, sitting there demure and casual, watching as he came back to consciousness. He stared back at her for a moment until he remembered; he hadn't been biting his own neck, she had.

Bronco flattened himself against the ground in submission, desperate to avoid any more of this cruel and unusual punishment. He lost control of his bladder and trembled in the wake of shame that followed as he lay in a growing puddle of urine.