A single, dark gray dragon, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding rock, watched our descent.

The dragon was watching them closely, and its eyes were starting to glow.

The dragon watched me for a few minutes with a puzzled expression.

We walked around the clearing for a while, while the dragon watched with interest.

The dragon and I both watched the trees for a while, but the elf apparently kept his promise to quit following us.

The red dragons of the trees might be watching from a distance.

The dragon, or the cat, or whatever it was, had been watching the girl, waiting for her to make a move.

Other dragons, their rainbow-colored eyes gleaming, watched the scene below.

The dragon had assumed its original position and now watched him with patient eyes.

The dragon watched the refugees set out in the proper direction.