Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

The sleeping giant stirred, then rose to his full height. Though by no means a small wolf, Sriracha was also not a very large one. Next to the goliath, he felt positively tiny. Bone-yellow teeth flashed a warning, one Sriracha took seriously. He backed away, head lowered slightly. He wasn't here looking for a fight, this was meant to be a peace mission. But maybe a pack that kept a beast such as this as a guardian wasn't the kind of pack that looked for peace. 

A nervous, skittering laugh eked from his mouth. Yeah, you sure are, amigo. And you're doing a great job of it, really great, he said, catching his confidence again. Here was his goliath, and if it came to a fight, Sriracha would never be able to beat him in sheer strength. But he was quick and clever, and therein might lie his strength. I'm just here to talk, he soothed. I just want to know about this place.