wild dog

It was the head and face of an animal, and yet it was the face of Sangree: the face of a wild dog, a wolf, and yet his face.

The vulture croaked and flapped its wings, the wild dog growled, glared, and slunk away.

A nation rising in its might at sunrise, going forth to conquer, and at nightfall—lo, a wild dog mumbling a bone!

Bobby turned around and around on the hearth, like some little wild dog making a bed in the jungle, before he obeyed.

This wild dog appeared to me to be differently marked from one I had shot a few weeks before more to the southwest.