white-fanged

Most recently - in fact just now - they've been coined, "the white-fanged dispensers of death."

Ryan Reynolds: The Canadian Club Scene 2009

The latter figure flashed Gord a white-fanged smile when the slender thlefs eyes met his red-rimmed ones.

Night Arrant Gygax, Gary 1987

Foaming white-fanged reefs reached out at us, bare feet away, on either side.

When Eight Bells Toll MacLean, Alistair, 1922-1987 1966

The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting down at Robert Neville's throat.

I Am Legend Matheson, Richard, 1926- 1954

For a moment it looked almost curiously at the white-fanged fury leaping away.

Where the Sun Swings North Barrett Willoughby

We must now go back in our narrative to where we left Jim Darlington and the Spaniard, Senor Sebastian, in a position of extreme peril, between the cliffs and the deep sea, with the white-fanged tide coming in like a devouring monster eager for its prey.

Frontier Boys on the Coast or in the Pirate's Power Wyn Roosevelt

This was death, then -- death by those worrying, white-fanged mouths -- the tearing of soft, warm flesh from her living limbs and afterwards the crushing of her bones between those powerful jaws.

The Moon out of Reach Margaret Pedler

They were things that might have been half wolf, half tiger; each of them three hundred pounds of incredible ferocity with eyes blazing like yellow fire in their white-fanged tiger-wolf faces.

Space Prison Tom Godwin 1947

He had a strange audience, the greedy white-fanged beasts that slunk away at the first strains of the unwonted sound, stole back, yet moved uneasily away again, the little fat, inquisitive prairie dogs that popped out of their burrows and sat up to listen, the circling nighthawks that wheeled and called overhead.

The Windy Hill Cornelia Meigs 1928

He had a strange audience, the greedy white-fanged beasts that slunk away at the first strains of the unwonted sound, stole back, yet moved uneasily away again, the little fat, inquisitive prairie dogs that popped out of their burrows and sat up to listen, the circling nighthawks that wheeled and called overhead.

The Windy Hill 1922