As the raw wind nipped at Meg, she jammed her hands into her, coat pockets.

The rain had stopped, but a damp wind nipped at her cheeks as she hurried toward the car.

The wind had nipped his cheeks as well as his nose, so that he looked flushed with fever.

The stone was still cold, and the wind nipped like a knife.

The chilly wind nipped against his sweat-beaded brow, but the drow walked straight and proud, his jaw firm and his lavender eyes wide open.

The wind nipped and curled around their backs, making their eyes sting.

The wind nipped at her face as she hurried along Front Street in the bustling financial district.

A rising wind parted his fur and nipped at his ears, and began to tear apart the fog, lifting and shredding it.

A bitterly cold wind nipped at her, but Pony, deep in memories, hardly noticed the sting.

The chilly wind nipped under her skirts and petticoats, belling them out and sending a deep shiver through her flesh.