Small, compact beasts drew their wagons in groups of twelve, and served as meat animals, too.

The swirling dust had made it uncertain until the beast and its rider had drawn quite close.

It seemed as if the beast was drawing them ever closer to Mount Olympus, the home of the gods.

As though it understood, the great beast drew in its tongue.

The beast drew nearer, until she felt the warmth of its breath on her coat sleeve as she worked.

Their longer-legged beasts drew ahead of Gairloch and me.

The beasts drew closer to the fire also, feeding on the grain she took from her journey bags.

As I watched, the beast drew closer.

The beasts drew the wagons and carried the mounted warriors.

With a gathering dislike he watched the beasts draw abreast of him.