It reminds one of a hair-pulling contest between two well-matched ladies.

There are no rules to the game--absolutely none.
As Pete and Neewa clinched, their hind legs began to do the fighting, and the fur began to fly.

Pete, being already on his back--a first-class battling position for a bear--would have possessed an advantage had it not been for Neewa's ferocious hold at his throat.

As it was, Neewa sank his fangs in to their full length, and scrubbed away for dear life with his sharp hind claws.

Miki drew nearer at sight of the flying fur, his soul filled with joy.