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Nothing moved from the herd, and the herd leader, bleating in fear, and protest, moved further back into the herd, using it as a wall to separate himself from the angry, hostile figure who was threateningly close. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 55, Sentence #221)

The two killer humans were not unaware of his arrival, and they, exchanging cries, something between speech and signals, ceased to prosecute their passage through the herd, and made their way back, almost as though through chest-high water, to the company of their colleagues, nearer the exit of the womb tunnel, and on the herd's far side. At the same side the small figure freed by the massive cattle human, flung from him, regained its feet, and fled through the grass. Lord Grendel was then between the fleeing figure and the herd, and, farther back, the killer humans. Nothing moved from the herd, and the herd leader, bleating in fear, and protest, moved further back into the herd, using it as a wall to separate himself from the angry, hostile figure who was threateningly close. Some of the herd held rocks, and three or four held branches, but none ventured to engage Lord Grendel. Indeed, in moments, most of the beasts of the herd, in their doltish fashion, had returned to their pursuits, as though nothing had happened, scratching for grubs and worms, digging here and there to uncover edible roots. From the mouth of one dangled a small snake. - (Kur of Gor)