Then White Fang struck. He gave no warning, no snarl. He leaped and landed on the strange god’s back. White Fang clung with his fore-paws to the man’s shoulders, at the same time burying his fangs into the back of the man’s neck. He clung on for a moment, long enough to drag the god over backward. Together they fell on the floor. White Fang leaped aside, and, as the man struggled to rise, leaped again with the slashing fangs.