Sleeping Dragon Samuel 17:1

@Hush Time to get that Mercenary trade for Goliath!

Goliath had been banished to the outskirts of the Sleeping Dragon, and the geyser fields. Far from the hub of socialization, he was stuck with himself, and that was what led to hours and hours of boredom. He patrolled the areas constantly, but it had become tiresome and repetitive, luckily for the pack and not for him, there where barely any breaches of the borders. Sometimes a small rabbit would hop past in the distance, but they were all too far to give chase, and Goliath soon found out that most small game could simply outrace him.

He groaned, Goliath needed something to fight, yet he wasn't even allowed near the other packmates. He had paced the borders 4 times since he woke up, and practically memorized each open area or advantage the pack had over trespassers. He had to show some way that he was worthy of reintegrating into the regular ranks, but what could he do? kill bugs?

After several hours of napping and daydreaming about any sort of opponent, Goliath finally decided his combat skills had been rusty for far too long, and thus, gave out a call for anyone to challenge him. If it attracted a foe, his plea would be answered. Besides, if a member of the pack where to visit him, it would be allowed, there were rules that he couldn't enter pack territory, but he was never told he couldn't have visitors...

Realizing it would take some time for anyone to respond, he laid down once more, waiting for someone to come by that could give him a fight.