Imagery found in White Fang

She crept out cautiously on the edge of a large open space in the midst of the trees. For some time she stood alone. Then One-eye, creeping and crawling, every sense on the alert, every hair radiating infinite suspicion, joined her.They stood side by side, watching, listening, and smelling. To their ears came the sound of dogs, wrangling, and scuffling, the guttural cries of men, the sharper voices of scolding women, and once the shrill and plaintive cry of a child.With the exception of the huge bulks of the skin lodges, little could be seen save the flame of the fire, broken by the movements of intervening bodies, and the smoke rising slowly on the quiet air. (Chapter 4)

The porcupine rolled itself into a ball, radiating long sharp needles in all directions that defied attack. In his youth One-eye had sniffed too near a similar, apparently inert ball of quills, and had the tail flick out suddenly in his face. One quill had carried away in his muzzle, where it had remained for weeks, a rankling flame, until it finally worked out. So he lay down in a comfortable crouching position, his nose fully a foot away, and out of the line of the tail. Thus he waited, perfectly quiet. Something might happen. The porcupine might unroll. There might be an opportunity for a deft and ripping thrust of the paw into the tender, unguarded body. (Chapter 5)

Not quite entirely had the porcupine unrolled when it discovered its enemy. In that instant, the lynx struck. The blow was like a flash of light. The paw with rigid claw curving like talons, shot under the tender belly and came back with a swift ripping movement. (Chapter 5)

But he was, further, the fiercest of the litter. He could make a louder rasping growl than the rest of the litter. His tiny rages were much more terrible than theirs. It was he who first learned the trick of rolling a fellow-cub with a cunning paw-stroke. And it was he who first gripped another cub by the ear and pulled and tugged and growled through jaws tight-clenched. (Chapter 7)

When the gray cub came back to life and again took interest in the far white wall, he found that the population of his world had been reduced. Only one sister remained to him. The rest were gone. As he grew stronger, he found himself compelled to play alone, for the sister no longer lifted her head nor moved about. His little body rounded out with the meat he now ate; but the food had come late to her. She slept continuously, a tiny skeleton flung round with skin in which the flame flickered lower and lower and at last went out.(Chapter 7)

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