Sleeping Dragon Imagine Dragons

As he stood in front of the surprisingly younger, and thin wolf before him, he had to survey what he would do. The question was rhetorical, of course. He  would always do the same thing. Ram the opponent into a tree, until at least a rib is broken, then launch a lethal strike. To him, the thought was more Ram, Bite, Repeat, but it was always nice to think about it some more. Yet, this one was different, he was definitely a wolf, but there was something... awkward with his body, the weird ears, skinny frame and height were all unusual, but he didn't try and become distracted by that.

The white one dropped quickly into a posture which very quickly fooled Goliath into a fake sort of security, yet either way, he had the upper hand. He heard what the petty one had to say, and although he was convinced, as the blubbering idiot he was, he still had some sense of knowledge.

"What chase small one?" he said "Goliath crush", he continued "if no keep safety, crush you" he growled, the thing moved closer to him, and although he was tempted to kill the intruder, he would have to keep his loyalty above blood lust, and his queen(s) would not allow it.