“Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;

He's like a beast... A wild animal that's after its prey!

It's nothing like the wild animals you're accustomed to.

Crawl on the floor, savor the shame and humiliation, and like a wretched beast, like a baby suckling on its mother's teat, lick my foot.

He's a perv... A sick perv! A beast who should die!

Even if it's her we're talking about, Kureha is not that wild.

So the tales are true… Warriors in battle frenzy transformed into wild beasts…

Who dares face the wild men of the South?! Who will look the beasts in the eye?

A witcher versus the Beast of Metinna! Killer instinct versus primal rage!

Someone's got to head out there and take care of the beasts.

And you don't want to talk to Borkul the Beast.

These are difficult times indeed, when men stalk their brethren like beasts.

Lookin' to shatter records or bones? My beasts can do both.

The ivory produced by those beasts is as hard as iron. But the giants have found ways to make it yield.