They were squat, hairy creatures, these ones - all the same type, more or less.

My hand shook, but I gripped the hairy creature tightly.

The small, hairy creature thought for a moment, then decided to co-operate.

One of the hairy creatures looked up and pointed his club at her.

I turned in a full circle, checking everywhere for a sign of the hairy creatures.

In the fields, working under guard and supervision, were some of the green hairy creatures.

It was like holding a hairy creature about the size of a rabbit.

And the hand belonged to a hairy creature whose eyes were full of anger.

They were heavy, dark, hairy creatures, spread over the basin.

Oomark seemed so certain, as if he could actually see the hairy creature.