Then Pete got one leg into action, and then the other, and Miki's jaws came together with a sudden click.

Over and over the two fighters rolled, Neewa holding to his throat-grip, and not a squeal or a grunt came from either of them.
Pebbles and dirt flew along with hair and fur.

Stones rolled with a clatter down the coulee.

The very air trembled with the thrill of combat.

In Miki's attitude of tense waiting there was something now of suspicious anxiety.