Trina gazed at him with human eyes in a wolfish face.

The man's wolfish face broke into a grin, displaying a set of decay-blackened teeth.

The hard wolfish faces about her were intent.

The wolfish face seemed to jump of its own accord from the brush.

I recognized the long, wolfish face with its high, pale brow and deep-set eyes.

The sight of these hundreds of wolfish faces filled her with sick dread.

His gray eyes bored into the wolfish face.

The scientist glared at the wolfish face and without speaking, walked to the desk and sat down.

Out of the cab stepped the man with the evil, wolfish face.

The man with the wolfish face was not present to view this miraculous occurrence.