With teeth and razor-edged claws he tore deep gashes in Miki's nose.

Even then the blood of battle rose slowly in him, and he might have retreated had not Oochak's teeth got a hold in his shoulder.

With a roar he tried to shake himself free, but Oochak held on.

Then his jaws snapped at the back of the fisher-cat's neck.

When he was done Oochak was dead.
He slunk away, but in him there was no more the thrill of the victor.
He had killed, but in killing he had found no joy.