Not a dog barked, no wild bird or beast cried.

"This time follow me," the blue beast cried, and with a shimmering leap he splashed into the sea, her personal god, her salvation.

The AVs of Isiah, Micah, Job and Malachi mention "wild beasts" and "dragons" crying in desolate houses and palaces.

Thus have we even in London our faint forebodings of the dawn's approach, which the birds and the beasts and the stars are crying aloud to the untrammelled fields.

There was a blubbering sound, and Sparhawk realized with revulsion that the beast was crying.

Here every tree, bush, blossom, flitting insect was foreign; grass itself no longer grew, unless it was ancestral to the thick-lobed carpeting of glades; the winged creatures aloft were not birds, and what beast cries he heard were in no tongue known to him.

Another beast turned and fled, crying "Bad magic!"

If he had been a man, he could have wept, but he was a donkey, and beasts couldn't cry.

Even wild beasts cry in agony when deprived of their young.

Somewhere near, a beast was crying.