Feebly the baby grasped at her fur, mouth opening and closing with a pop.

Wind churned in around them, plucking at their rain-matted fur.

Martin scrabbled behind him and snatched at the cat-snake's fur.

It picked at its fur with a clawed thumb - and placed whatever it found in his mouth.

Arthur leaned closer still and looked at its fur.

He was looking down at my fur - lined boot: the blood had reached there now.

She shifted her eyes to Charlie and plucked at his fur.

Then she began to pluck at Charlie's fur again.

Its hands grasped clumsily, like a baby's, at Draffut's fur when they could feel it.

"I have a Kelgian tape," he said quietly, pointing at the other's telltale fur.