They followed a track winding near the edge of the forest.

She turned, watching the bloody tracks wind their way through the room toward the kitchen.

They were beginning to climb now, as the track wound its way up into the hills.

As the track wound its way down through the shelves, they began to pick out more details in the nearest village.

A large enough space on the floor must be found, or the track must wind between the legs of tables and chairs.

Through it wound a road, scarcely more than a track, the village its terminus.

The narrow track wound its way through the marsh.

It was a track such as a titanic worm might leave, yards broad, winding back down the valley.

The scout turned and pointed towards the east, beyond a dip between two hills, where a track wound its way along the coast.

The tracks wound on and on, and seemed to have no end.