He met and held the stare of the proud brown eyes.

A voluptuous woman with perfectly straight black hair and Polar's proud eyes stepped inside.

She had straight, proud eyes a good, honest way of looking at a man.

But she had fierce, proud eyes, that reminded me of aunt Reed's, and a hard, powerful voice.

The old man gazed at him levelly, his eyes cold and proud.

The connection he felt with this small female, with her proud eyes and warm smile.

He's even more beautiful than I remember, so regal and proud, ears up, eyes wide.

Never seen those fierce, proud eyes closed before this moment.

The relief and gratitude in the proud eyes of her grandparents were eloquent thanks.

They looked at him with dark, proud eyes.