Pete bristled—as much as a fat man could bristle on so hot a day.
She looked at White Fang, who snarled and bristled and glared malevolently.
He bristled suspiciously, but the master warned him that all was well.
As he bent his head carelessly to smell it, White Fang bristled slightly.
As in the past he had bristled and snarled at sight of Lip-lip, so now, and automatically, ...