One of the females lifted her bloodstained muzzle, gazing at us.

The dog lifted her yellow muzzle, sniffed at the cold morning air.

When she lifted her muzzle again it was all stained with blood.

The brute lifted its bloody muzzle and looked at her.

She lifted her muzzle and sniffed at the wind.

Then it lifted its long muzzle and gave one low howl, like a dog in trouble.

She lifted her muzzle into his hand, then licked his face.

Finally I stopped, lifting my muzzle, and howled at her.

He lapped alongside me for a time, then lifted his muzzle.

It lifted its muzzle and scented the air toward them.