The dragon had slowly turned its head and was focusing on them.

The dragon turned to face me, then moved to bring us at eye level.

The dragon turned to regard him with huge black eyes.

The dragon walked all the way across, then turned and looked at us.

I nodded and stepped forward as the old dragon turned.

I asked nervously, as the dragon turned his head to face me.

The dragon turned its long head and looked again at Tenar.

And that's a thing I would not believe if any told me: that a dragon turned to a man for help.

The word "check" was on his lips, but the dragon had turned her head away to look at a distant wall.

The dragons, though few, are turning restless in their long sleep.