The huge woolly beast finally succeeded in thrusting his massive horn into something more solid than air.

I saw a plump, woolly beast walk out upon the edge of the opposite slope and stand in the shade.

The woolly beast was the fur cap of a dead man who lay across the floor of the little room.

That configuration was the distinctive feature of the great woolly beast, even more than its curving tusks and long trunk.

The continental steppes of the peninsula only beckoned the woolly beasts in late fall.

Yes, that really is little woolly beasts catching a ride on an abandoned roundabout during the coronavirus outbreak.

Except that those woolly beasts are descending into their snowy valley with greater infrequency due to, yes, climate change.

They saw mammoths less often, usually traveling north, but even from a distance the giant woolly beasts commanded attention.