He watched with curiosity when the beast in the front stopped, took a stick out of his belt, and began a run at him.

The small forms tumbled to the ground, but thankfully the beast didn't stop to feed on them immediately.

Thanks to whatever god was in charge of horse brains that day, the beast stopped after dragging her only a few feet.

The beast stopped a few feet from our hiding place.

The beasts stopped at the entrance to a tunnel.

One big beast, like a long dolphin with gills and great round eyes, stopped to look me over.

The beast stopped too, and stared back at her.

The beast stopped just before reaching the car, teeth bared as it continued to bark.

The beast had long since stopped serving to become the master.

The great beast stopped and, turning, eyed the taunting figure above her.