Read this excerpt from White Fang. But suddenly, with remarkable swiftness, Lip-lip leaped in, delivering a slashing snap, and leaped away again. The
snap had taken effect on the shoulder that had been hurt by the lynx and that was still sore deep down near the
bone. The surprise and hurt of it brought a yelp out of White Fang; but the next moment, in a rush of anger, he was
upon Lip-lip and snapping viciously.
What is revealed about White Fang's character through his interaction with Lip-lip?
his sensitive nature and dislike of violence
O his inability to react quickly in new situations
O his ongoing need for his mother's protection
his aggressive nature and willingness to fight

If ms. walton can enroll at least twenty students, she plans to offer an olympic fencing elective class. she needs to share information about the course with students and parents. which is ms. walton least likely to use in a one-sided, one-page information flyer about the course? a) a short bulleted list of the goals of the fencing course b) a colorful pie chart of fencing results in the last five olympics c) a brief description of fencing next to a small image of two people fencing d) text features such as varied font styles, sizes, and colors to highlight planned class activities

Which two statements correctly identify the effect that a switch in narration from third person omniscient to third person limited has on a story? twlight

Historical fiction is concerned with depicting historical figures and events in a new light. in this excerpt from arthur conan doyle's "the contest," which two sentences most clearly describe historical elements? policles sprang readily to his feet at the challenge, and the great company making way for him to pass, he found himself a minute later standing in his unkempt garb, with his frayed and weather-beaten harp in his hand, before the expectant crowd. he stood for a moment tightening a string here and slackening another there until his chords rang true. then, amid a murmur of laughter and jeers from the roman benches immediately before him, he began to sing. he had prepared no composition, but he had trained himself to improvise, singing out of his heart for the joy of the music. he told of the land of elis, beloved of jupiter, in which they were gathered that day, of the great bare mountain slopes, of the swift shadows of the clouds, of the winding blue river, of the keen air of the uplands, of the chill of the evenings, and the beauties of earth and sky. it was all simple and childlike, but it went to the hearts of the olympians, for it spoke of the land which they knew and loved. yet when he at last dropped his hand, few of them dared to applaud, and their feeble voices were drowned by a storm of hisses and groans from his opponents. he shrank back in horror from so unusual a reception, and in an instant his blue-clad rival was in his place. if he had sung badly before, his performance now was inconceivable. his screams, his grunts, his discords, and harsh jarring cacophonies were an outrage to the very name of music.