“Pack pack kill kill”

“Brightpaw's eye opened and she fixed a cloudy gaze on Fireheart."What happened?" he repeated. "What did this?"A thin wailing came from Brightpaw, which gradually formed into words. Fireheart stared at her in horror as he made out what she was trying to say."Pack, pack," she whispered. "Kill, kill.”

“And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The man’s cub is mine, Lungri–mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs–frog-eater– fish-killer–he shall hunt thee!”

“What are you going to do? (Angelia)I ought to rip your throat out. But lucky for you, I’m just a dumb animal and killing for revenge isn’t in my nature. Killing to protect myself and those in my pack is another story. You’d do well to remember that. (Fury)”

“Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?”

“For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.”