He knew that when on its back the fierce cat was most dangerous.
One rip of its powerful hindfeet could disembowel him.
Behind him he heard Gray Wolf sobbing and crying, and he knew that she was terribly hurt.

He was filled with the rage and strength of two dogs, and his teeth met through the flesh and hide of the cat's throat.

But the big lynx escaped death by half an inch.

It would take a fresh grip to reach the jugular, and suddenly Kazan made the deadly lunge.

There was an instant's freedom for the lynx, and in that moment it flung itself back, and Kazan gripped at its throat--_on top_.
The cat's claws ripped through his flesh, cutting open his side--a little too high to kill.