@Buck's first day on the beach was like a nightmare. Every hour was filled with shock and surprise. He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of the wilderness. This was no lazy, sun-kissed life, with nothing to do but loaf around and be bored. There was no peace, nor rest, nor a moment's safety. All was confusion and action, and every moment his life and limb were in peril. He had to be constantly alert, for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men. They were savages, all of them, savages who knew no law but the law of club and fang.
He had never seen dogs fight as these wolfish creatures fought, and his first experience taught him an unforgettable lesson. It is true, it was not his own experience, or else he would not have lived to profit by it. @Curly was the victim. They were camped near the log store. She, in her friendly way, made advances to a husky dog the size of a full-grown wolf, though not half so large as she. There was no warning, only a leap forward like a flash, a metallic clip of teeth, then a leap back, equally swift, and Curly's face was ripped open from eye to jaw.
