Behind her the dog growled low in its throat.
His brother growled low in his throat, yet still they did not run.
He growled low in his throat, face darkening with anger.
The animal growled low in its throat, and everything inside her paused.
Then the scarred man growls low in his throat and the boy turns slowly around.
The beast within, normally easily under her control, growled low and threatening.
Ready to pounce on him, she growled low in her throat.
Several feet from them, he growled low, but steady, showing his displeasure.
Growling low enough for only his brothers to hear, he felt her legs widen in response.
He growled low and soft, but the sound raised the hair on the back of my neck.
