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Long-distance funerals is something we can’t afford.”

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

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.

White Fang grew tense as he crouched under it.

deliberately and determinedly,

To such an extent was he tormented

like mists rising from marshes, came emanations of the unhealth within.

fierce savage himself, could not but marvel at White Fang’s fury

lurking in the midst of the sticks

the remainder of the tribe came