The dragon unfolded her wings and lazily stretched them.

The dragon stretched back in front of the French doors again.

The dragon stretched and came to his feet with a rattling clatter.

The dragon closed his eyes and stretched his jaw in a yawn.

The dragon stretched his neck out until his head was nearly twenty feet above the ground.

The dragon stretched its neck; it looked almost as if it were trying to purr.

The dragons stretched across the back of the robe and down the sleeves.

The dragon stretched himself alongside Avatre, who was still sleeping.

Asleep no more, the dragon turned and stretched and looked around to see what was tormenting it.

As one, the dragons stretched their heads and bugled in fierce triumph at something she did not understand.