As the fur on their hackles rose, each of them lifted a forepaw off the floor.

Fey'lya's fur rippled and rose at the back of his neck.

The fur on the back of Fey'lya's neck rose like a rocket.

The fur on Snowball's back was rising, her tail swelling like a bottle brush.

She suddenly turned, the spotted fur at the back of her neck rising, bristling.

The fur along Behemoth's spine rose into a ridge.

The fur at his neck rose in a prickling brush.

The dog's teeth bared, the fur rose on its neck.

The fur rose along their backs and bristled on their short tails.

"It is not the truth," Akarr said, his fur rising.