The beasts had pulled more strongly as they ran toward the Black Fit.

The beast could not pull us up the mountain.

The beast pulled a huge sword off its back, and it seemed elated at the prospect of a fight.

The big, ugly beasts pulled their weight and then some.

If the beast pulled, the skin of my tail would come off, and then where should I be?

Shannow moved to the window, seeing that the beasts had pulled back.

One gave, and the satisfied beast pulled his wings now, brushing the Oriental's blond head.

"Only one beast in ten will pull in front."

The huge beast was pulling at his arm, dragging him upward.

There was a dragging, a scrabbling sound, as though some beast pulled itself through mire.