Sleeping Dragon Imagine Dragons

She's given a little fight when she pulls, kicking the ground and resisting but he falls still once she's gotten a grip beneath her paw. Her weight holds him down enough and she's thankful he's injured enough he can't resist the pressure and weasel away from her. He sputters a prayer of an explanation and Thuringwethil takes a moment, inhaling sharply and eyes quickly darting around for a scent or show of another predator in her territory. Nothing other than her borders cover the scent of the trespasser, tussling with Goliath a few moments prior, and she vaguely remembers the giant shouting liar.

Goliath eventually comes to and Thuringwethil snaps her attention to him and watched as he stumbles forward, sputtering blood all over the snow. He isn't much use to her if he can't even stand up straight and for a moment, she gives him a second to come to before she speaks. "What happened?" she demands, pressing just a little harder to silence any cries her captive might make. If there had been a bear, surely Goliath would have known--unless he simply enjoyed the chase the other had given him. For such a dainty creature, he managed a hell of a fight.