There was a snarl; Jeff had Joe by the throat, and Joe was reaching for his gun.
It was like the mingled roar of a lion and the snarl of a tiger.
He continued to gaze, and in his interest he forgot to snarl.
He did not snarl at her, nor show his teeth, when any leap of hers chanced to put her in advance of him.
He gave no warning, with no snarl anticipated his own action.