The enigmatic beasts stretched their wings on his desk; Chayla had caught him staring at them this morning.

The beast had planted his feet firmly upon the floor of the passage, and stretched his long body up and across the chasm to serve as a bridge for the rest.

Its long, sinuous body moved, and the beast stretched its wings deliciously.

The beast snorted again, hissed explosively, and stretched its neck upward, the head twisting and turning thirty feet above the ground.

Over at Sixty-two Dale Close, the great yellow beast yawned and stretched.

The beast stretched to its full height.

Aranur watched with interest as the massive beast got leisurely to its feet and stretched, rolling its tongue around its teeth.

Bright, familiar colors . . . The beast was unlocking its cage and stretching its muscles.

Then the beast stretched himself in front of the fire, and growled quite happily and comfortably.

She just snorted in equine greeting, and the beast stretched its neck still further to touch noses with her before going back to snuffling Stefen's hair as if in fascination.