Buck had never seen dogs fight like these dogs; they were like wolves. In a few minutes
he learnt this from watching Curly. She tried to make friends with a dog, a big one, although
not as big as she was. There was no warning. The dog jumped on Curly, his teeth closed
together, then he jumped away, and Curly's face was torn open from eye to mouth.
Wolves fight like this, biting and jumping away, but the fight did not finish then. Thirty
or forty more dogs ran up and made a circle around the fight, watching silently. Curly tried to
attack the dog who had bitten her; he bit her a second time, and jumped away. When she
attacked him again, he knocked her backwards, and she fell on the ground. She never stood
up again, because this was what the other dogs were waiting for. They moved in, and in a
moment she was under a crowd of dogs.