Sleeping Dragon as the bone-wrench

Maybe... we can.. have a friendly talk?

 For a wolf to travel far, he must be strong, physically and mentally. James.. well, James wasn't the best wolf for traveling. But, luckily, something kept him going, running his old pack. 
 
 James was trotting across this unfamiliar place with enthusiasm. At first, he was sprinting, then a jog, and now a trot. He hummed a cheerful tune as he made his way just like little red riding hood. He suddenly halted, winced at his stupidity, and backed away from the border as if it was armed with lasers. Well, it had something worse, a guard wolf at the borders. His muscles tensed with anticipation.