A devil of yellow-green gleamed in either eye, and past the grinning fangs she saw the hot, red throat, and she saw the flattened ears, the scars on the bony forehead, the muscles that bulged on the base of the jaw.

Ay, strength to drive those knife-like teeth through flesh and bone at a single snap.

More--she had seen their effect, and the throat of a bull cut at a single slash.

And yet--she sank on her knees beside the monster.
His head was well nigh as high as hers, then; if he attacked there could be no dream of escape for her.

Or she might drag herself away from the tearing teeth--a disfigured horror forever.