The sickening breath of a carnivore washed over him.

A breath of cool air washed over him as the climate control system activated.

Her breath washed across his face with odors of tobacco and coffee.

He stepped close enough that his breath washed over her face in a nauseating cloud.

He stood before me, glaring down, while his breath rich with garlic and heartburn washed over me.

The warm breath of the crackling fire washed over her, chasing away the chill from the front room.

The zombie chuckled, his breath washing dead things past her cheek.

A breath of warm diesel-perfumed wind washed in.

A worm's poisonous breath, its teeth dripping dust, had washed over him.