But his feet were moving toward the teenager and the little girl now.

Presently he turned toward the girl and rose to his feet.

She walked toward the girl, who seemed frozen in place.

She walked toward the girl, and then stopped to look back.

He set the boy on his feet and turned away, toward the girl, listening for the possible signs of another attack.

There was only one word for what he felt toward the girl in his arms.

He had found his new direction, and it led toward the girl.

But a moment later, he glanced back toward the girl, and smiled to himself.

The old man raised his eyebrows and turned toward the girl.

Almost against her will, she moved toward the girl sitting beneath the tree.