prowler stealthily and rushing upon him 

 from behind with a fierce uproar to startle 

 the wits out of his stupid head and send him 

 off headlong, as cats go, before he knew what 

 was after him. Away he would go in mighty 

 jumps, sinking shoulder deep, often indeed 

 up to his tufted ears, at every plunge. After 

 him raced the wolves, running lightly and 

 taking advantage of the holes he had made 

 in the soft snow, till a swift snap in his flank 

 brought Upweekis up with a ferocious snarl 

 to tear in pieces his pursuers. 



Then began as savage a bit of fighting as 

 the woods ever witness, teeth against talons, 

 wolf cunning against cat ferocity. Crouched 

 in the snow, spitting and snarling, his teeth 

 bared and round eyes blazing and long claws 

 aching to close in a death grip, Upweekis 

 waited impatient as a fury for the rush. He 

 is an ugly fighter; but he must always get 

 close, gripping his enemy with teeth and 

 fore claws while the hind claws get in their 

 deadly work, kicking downward in powerful 

 spasmodic blows and ripping 

 everything before them. A 





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