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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. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 55, Sentence #223)

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. The killer humans, on the far side of the herd, had now congregated together, and were regarding Lord Grendel, who roared once more. Cabot then, bow strung, an arrow to the string, a quiver at his hip, laden with the birds of death, emerged from the forest. - (Kur of Gor)