Quotation from: White Fang

Written by: Jack London

White Fang was in splendid condition. His hunting had been good, and for
a week he had eaten his fill. He was even gorged from his latest kill.
But in the moment he looked at Lip-lip his hair rose on end all along his
back. It was an involuntary bristling on his part, the physical state
that in the past had always accompanied the mental state produced in him
by Lip-lip's bullying and persecution. As in the past he had bristled
and snarled at sight of Lip-lip, so now, and automatically, he bristled
and snarled. He did not waste any time. The thing was done thoroughly
and with despatch. Lip-lip essayed to back away, but White Fang struck
him hard, shoulder to shoulder. Lip-lip was overthrown and rolled upon
his back. White Fang's teeth drove into the scrawny throat. There was a
death-struggle, during which White Fang walked around, stiff-legged and
observant. Then he resumed his course and trotted on along the base of
the bluff.