IMAGERY IN WHITE FANG

The hair bristled up on the gray cub's back, but it bristled silently. How was he to know that this thing that sniffed was a thing at which to bristle? It was not born of any knowledge of his, yet it was a the visible expression of fear that was in him, and for which, in his own life, there was no accounting. But fear accompanied by another instinct-that of concealment. The cub was in a frenzy of terror, yet he lay without movement or sound, frozen, petrified into immobility, to all appearances dead. (Chapter 7)  

Once, the cub sprang in and sank his teeth into the hind leg of the lynx. He clung on, growling savagely. Though  he did not know it, by the weight of his body he clogged the action of the leg and thereby saved his mother much damage. A change in the battle crushed him under both their bodies and wrenched loose his hold. The next moment the two mothers separated, and, before they rushed together again, the lynx lashed out at the cub with  a huge fore-paw that ripped his shoulder open to the bone and sent him hurtling against the wall. Then was added to the uproar the cub's shrill yelp of pain and fright. But the fight lasted so long that he had time to cry himself out and to experience a second burst of courage; and the end of the battle found him again clinging to a hind leg and furiously growling between his teeth.(Chapter 8 )

She bounded in against them, her anxious and militant motherhood making her anything but a pretty sight. But to the cub the spectacle of her protective her protective rage was pleasing. He uttered a glad little cry and bounded to meet her, while the man-animals went back hastily several steps. The she-wolf stood over her cub, facing the men, with bristling hair, a snarl rumbling deep in her throat. Her face was a distorted and malignant with menace, even the bridge of her nose wrinkling from tip to eyes so prodigious was her snarl. (Chapter 9)

Lip-lip, excited by the chase and by the persistent nearness of his victim, forgot caution and locality. When he remembered locality, it was too late. Dashing at top speed around a tepee, he ran full tilt into Kiche lying at the end of her stick. He gave a yelp of consternation, and then her punishing jaws closed upon him. She was tied, but he could not get away from her easily. She rolled him off his legs so that he could not run, while she repeatedly ripped and slashed him with her fangs. (Chapter 10)

As for snarling, he could snarl more terribly than any dog, young or old, in camp. The intent of the snarl is to warn or frighten, and judgement is required to know when it should be used. White Fang knew how to make it and when to make it. into his snarl he incorporated all that was vicious, malignant, and horrible. With nose serrulated by continuous spasms, hair bristling in recurrent waves, tongue whipping back again, ears flattened down, eyes gleaming hatred, lips wrinkled back, and fangs exposed and dripping, he could compel a pause on the part of almost any assailant. A temporary pause, when taken off his guard, gave him the vital moment in which to think and determine his action. But often a pause so gained lengthened out until it evolved into a complete cessation from the attack. And before more than one of the grown dogs White Fang's snarl enabled him to beat an honorable retreat.   

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I love your imagery I think that put a very vivid picture in my mind. I also loved your length of examples because it showed a bunch of imagery and I didn't get bored

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I believe your imagery went hand and hand with the photos, and it showed me examples I missed and went over.

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I really like the imagery you used and how you decided to bold the parts of the paragraph that showed imagery, it helped me visualize better.

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I really liked and superbly enjoyed your tackk. It showed me a lot of things i missed in the book and i think you really did a good job.

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I really liked your imagery and it taught me a lot and like @sarsar_is_coolio I am not in your group or class