This was what set Black Tiger apart from the other hounds. He didn't like to go for a killing bite; most of the time, he would bite his prey, give a hard tug, and then let go.
This time, however, Black Tiger flung the female jackal against a nearby poplar tree. The jackal was badly wounded and let out a wretched cry.
But this was just the beginning. The moment the female jackal slid from the tree to the ground, Black Tiger closed in, shoved his head under her hindquarters, and bit down.
A heart-rending shriek was heard, immediately followed by another.
With a bite and a tear, Black Tiger ripped open the flesh between the female jackal's legs, and blood began to flow unceasingly.
The female jackal went berserk, twisting around and lunging for Black Tiger's only good front leg, ready to bite.
'She's trying to lame his good leg!'
