When the beast padded forward and sniffed at the captive knight, every man in that hall could smell the scent of fear.

Lifting its shaggy head, the beast sniffed the air.

The beast rose up on its hind legs and sniffed.

The tiny beast placed its short, pink snout on the ground and sniffed.

The beast sniffed, shook herself, and stamped with her foot.

The beast was sniffing the wind for some scent of this unfamiliar being.

The beast sniffed curiously, nuzzled up the treat, and lost its distrust of the woman.

But the beast that was supposed to rip out Hugh's throat was sniffing and pawing at him in friendly fashion.

The beast sniffed, first at Tom and then at Jerry; one sniff each was all it vouchsafed to them.

Here the beast sniffed for a moment, and then, turning its head upon one side, listened with up-pricked ears.