Sleeping Dragon Imagine Dragons

The thick hulking mountain heading towards him was about as invisible as a yeti. Cirrus's movements slowed, although he did not immediately let on he had spotted Goliath. He was weighing his options. He was a matchstick compared to this huge beast, but maybe he could play the pity card. He was a starving skinny teenager after all. At least he could be. Cirrus flashed an evil grin at no one in particular then wiped it from his lengthy muzzle as he stopped and turned towards Goliath who was now winging his way towards the intruder.

The man sounded as thick as crow - good job, maybe he could trick him. Cirrus immediately dropped into a quivering submissive posture. Fake but hopefully convincing. "Help! I'm being chased! I must find safety." Cirrus's weird ears drooped against his head as he shrieked in the most boyish voice he could muster. His curly grey fur dribbled along the snow as he crept a submissive pace towards Goliath, gazing at the monster's chest with plaintive brown eyes.