Stuck on amber

amber the german shepherd dog
Half grown and heavier than the oldest man-cub in the pack.
And teeth which crack a bone with ease but merely graze a hand in play.
The cat disdains, but fears in turn the one quick bite and shake
as mouth on mouse or fledgling bird so practised by the feline race.
Your strength’s the bond. Fashioned with love from amber, and ivory black.

Written for 5 sentence fiction: Strength – and dedicated to Amber. R.I.P