The Singing One screeched and gibbered.

Red-Eye seized her by the hair of her head and dragged her toward his cave.

He handled her roughly when the climb began, and he dragged and hauled her up into the cave.
We were very angry, insanely, vociferously angry.

Beating our chests, bristling, and gnashing our teeth, we gathered together in our rage.

We felt the prod of gregarious instinct, the drawing together as though for united action, the impulse toward cooperation.