“GET OFF OF ME!” he roared, attempting to tuck his legs close to his belly where he would attempt to get them between himself and his assailant so he could kick away at her stomach. He felt one paw connect with her jaw and seized the opportunity to attempt to curl his body forward attempting to latch his fangs against her throat. Everyone thought they could pick on him because he couldn’t see, but he knew that going to either of his parents for help would only make things worse for him.
His defenses came to him naturally; tucking his tail to protect his stomach, pinning his ears, narrowing his eyes and raising his hackles.
