“ANIMAL” in italiano

The animal tracks around the mouth of the cave were large enough to roil Nesta’s stomach.

He was frantically twisting his body and waving his arms as if trying to fight off a wild animal.

It roared like an animal and blew past him.

He changed, his body moving further from the human toward the animal.

He wanted to hear the voice of the continent, its animal noises, the crack and boom of shifting ice, the soughing wind, the crash of water on the unyielding black stone of the shore.

There were bits of animal that had been thrown in as well.

”“Oh my,” said Cinda, glancing behind them, clearly thinking of the giant animal that they’d seen.

Any animal wily enough to survive in the heights of the Spine wouldn’t be easy to catch for such a large group of narjags.

It was an animal reflex, the instinctive behavior of a creature trying to evade capture.

“It has an animal its eating.

The dead animal stood as still as a child’s wooden toy, as a neglected museum exhibit.