Gryphon in the Woods - Chapter 1
The softer soil was dotted with the entrances to underground burrows. he climbed atop a log to watch the forest floor, ears at full attention for the quiet sounds of scurrying paws and gnawing teeth. it wasn't long before rats scurried home.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 32: A Grin in the Dark
A few paces off stood faelwin, staff planted lightly in the soil.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 15
She hopped on the ground and tapped the soil with her feet, listening to the breeze as well. around here...? from over there...? from... behind...?
Briar Ch 6
"to a fine harvest in _clean soil,_" she said before she took a deep drink from her glass. "to a fine harvest in clean soil!"
Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Chapter 13
"ah," woundwort said, idly scraping the claws into the soil as he talked. "i would assume that you would be confused, so let me explain.
Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Book 2, Chapter 29
Birch hearing this came out of the hedge as he sniffed the air, the smell of soil in the air as he hopped to where the other two where. "you're really remembering what things are, aren't you?"
Chapter 12: Return
_take the soil for example. in the paw some will always fall through the cracks to the ground. consider society like my palm. each grain of soil able to sprout a mighty tree when held together.
Jaggia Jubilance
Though another sound suddenly pervades your ears—the patter of jade's steady feet and the tapping of her talons against the soft soil. she must have just returned home.
BOVINE PARENTS (Epilogue)
Ploughing the tough soil for next year's harvest, they grunted and groaned as they exerted themselves.
Chapter 3: The Beginning of the End
They were not only on island-like masses, but most of the soil was dead, with nearly no living vegetation or terrestrial creatures. if a person wanted to find a place to live, they would choose _anywhere_ but in ice dragon territory.
A Ghost Story, 4470 words
A wave of pity and sympathy welled up in his chest, and when ingrid was not looking he reached out and patted its bony head still half buried in the soil.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Accursed Hunter
There is a fishy scent wafting from the soil you sat in. you both move aside, but the scent carries from your dilated rear end. you rustle your tails, trying to waft the fumes away. the smell makes you feel... different. feral.