The two whales later turned to four or five, graceful black beasts rolling along the surface often within 30 yards of the boat.

The beast fell backward and then rolled onto its side, roaring in agony.

The beast rolled to its back, scratching its shoulders on the grass.

He could see that if the beast rolled any farther, it would crush his chest.

The beast stopped shuddering and rolled onto its back.

If I remember correctly, the poor beast rolled on him, too.

Then our beasts rolled through our mouths, like two souls changing places.

The shaggy beast rolled his eyes around and Casca took a good look.

I could feel his beast calling to mine, as if he'd rolled his hand through my body, but so much larger.

The third rider dragged on the reins, turning his horse so fast that the beast fell and rolled over him.