Moving with unheard steps, the death knight walked across the room.
He moved with small, unabrupt steps, did not let himself slip.
She dressed herself in a long sad cloak and moved away with stately steps.
They talked only when necessary and moved with soft, silent steps over the carpeted deck.
He moved with quick, neat steps, economical of his motions.
The youngster moved with smooth strong steps to the bench, sat down and folded his hands, one on the other.
They moved with small steps, straining their ears to pick up the other's movements.
No one talked as they scanned the city, moving with slow, careful steps.
Moving with swift steps, they closed in toward the phantom figure.
He moved through the tunnel with sure and easy steps.
