The old man rose and pointed to the distant mountains beyond the black river that wound across the foot of the valley below.

For an hour they followed the residue of the river as it wound across the lake.

They had reached a small stream that wound its way across the cleared land.

The paths which wound across the thick forest did not merit that name.

The road wound its way across a broad vale.

They kept to the road as it wound across open areas of steppe, away from the forest.

They wound their way across the plaza, between the dancers and the bonfires.

Nicholas wound his way across the room, stepping between the bodies sprawled everywhere.

They crouched and began to move, the distance closing between them, the muscles winding across their backs.

He kept walking, one step after the next, following the road as it wound westward across the land.