He was up already, pulling the hood over his head.
I pulled his hood apart so he could see me.
He pulled the hood forward to hide most of his face.
The stranger had pulled the hood down so no part of his face could be seen.
He pulled his hood up and went out into die storm.
Cautious again, he pulled the hood back over his face.
She pulled the hood over her head and hurried out.
Last of all, he pulled the robe's hood up over his head.
It was part of why he'd had to pull the damned hood off her.
The current pulled the hood back between her legs, but it stayed open, so that was all right.