The trail curved, and led across a long snow-laden slope.

The trail curved gently to the left as it rose over the ridge line, but too gently to provide any sort of cover.

The trail curved slightly and the giant brushed the wall.

The trail curved to the left as we entered among the trees.

Here the trail curved to the left.

The long trail curved, carried by the breeze, into the enemy, past the front lines, back through the ranks of soldiers, off into the blackness.

The trail curved to the left and a blotch of deeper blackness loomed at the turn.

The trail curved until they faced directly west, and finally north again.

A trail of streaked salt curved along the black lacquer to suggest the sand they had crossed.

The trail curved, hiding the ragpicker from view.