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He instantly flung his prize, rolling to the grass, bell jangling, from him, and backed into the herd. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 55, Sentence #215)

He, and his fellow, then began to press more vigorously, more intently, roughly, amongst the gross, sluggish bodies of the herd. Then Cabot, for the first time, heard the sound which had been noted earlier by Lord Grendel and Statius, and, at almost the same time, saw a small, struggling body in the grasp of one of the cattle humans, and he then heard the sound again, and again, as the small body was lifted and shaken in fury by its obese captor, the sound of the bell from the pens, the bell which the cattle humans were to unwittingly follow to the slaughter bench, and Lord Grendel, with a roar of rage, had sprung from the shelter of the trees, and was bounding, on all fours, on feet and knuckles of forepaws, in Kur haste, toward the herd. The cattle human, massive even for a cattle human, doubtless the herd leader, soon noted the approach of a gigantic Kurlike figure moving toward him with great rapidity. He instantly flung his prize, rolling to the grass, bell jangling, from him, and backed into the herd. Cabot had little doubt Lord Grendel was intent upon tearing his throat out. Lord Grendel stopped, though, at the edge of the herd, lifted his mighty arms, and roared, a Kur roar that echoed back from the cliffs beyond. The two killer humans were not unaware of his arrival, and they, exchanging cries, something between speech and signals, ceased to prosecute their passage through the herd, and made their way back, almost as though through chest-high water, to the company of their colleagues, nearer the exit of the womb tunnel, and on the herd's far side. - (Kur of Gor)