If the beast looked in my direction, it could not fail to see me.

The beast was looking at them, seemingly trying to decide which one to consume first.

Instantly the beasts raised their heads and looked at him.

Perhaps I might find out, at last, what the beasts looked like.

The huge beast looked at him in surprise a moment, and then it began to laugh.

All the other beasts were looking at her, too.

The beast looked even more like a deer now that its human part had been ripped away.

The beast looked about, turned, and swiftly slipped into the trees.

As the young man stumbled to a halt the beast was looking directly at him.

When the beast looked back at him, it got that happy expression on its face again.