A thousand wolves watched their new leader walk from the desolation of the farm.

We stood by, watched the wolf at his ravening work.

The wolf watched from the shadows of the trees.

The golden-haired wolf had come to the steps and was watching him leave.

The wolf followed me inside and watched me climb up on the table to hang the fish.

For hours the wolves watched the shining waters, until dawn colored the eastern sky.

Outside that circle the wolves are watching with bright, curious eyes.

During those two days, furtive wolves had watched them from hilltops.

Once she noticed barely in time that a wolf was watching her from the bushes.