I was far from them, it’s true, but the impression their teeth made on me was…
Alexander’s immaculate white fur was already streaked with long red stains. At some point in that exchange of claws and blows, the panther sank his claws into the wolf’s shoulder and lunged straight for some part of his neck, jaws already prepared to bite. Maybe Alexander tried to avoid a lethal attack by “escaping,” because he grabbed the feline by the head with his large clawed hands and threw himself sideways: they rolled across the porch roof until they crashed fully into the yard. Once on the ground (and without reacting at all to the fall), he kept rolling furiously in the snow for several seconds.
The sound of their battle was horrible—and fascinating. Their roars were so close.
What was most impressiv
