He only hoped it was his touch, and not every man's, or she was truly a wounded creature.

What could be the outcome, but two wounded creatures hating each other even more than now?

Behind him, he could hear the burbling sobs of a wounded creature.

"I am a cleric of a merciful god and I'll not leave a wounded creature like this!"

You who moments ago whipped a wounded creature with your blade!

That capable, gentle hand, fingers spread as if she would capture his heart like some small wounded creature.

How many other wounded creatures would she and Bonnard encounter in this part of the world?

The wounded creature stumbled back, but another rushed past it, and a third behind that.

They lunged their spears into the wounded creature almost simultaneously.

The savage wounded creature kept howling; turned at last to the side and staggered away.