Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

@Sriracha

Goliath, still banished from the deeper parts of pack territory, had to sleep, eat, and live on the borders. Only rarely did he stay out in the Geyser fields; the waterworks were nothing for Goliath. If there was something he could not understand, and could not fight, he would stay as far away from that thing as possible, and this was one of those things. Besides, a couple of burns and scaldings had given him plenty of other reasons to steer clear of those. He would only rarely stop by, and that was to hunt the great flock of deer that tended to enjoy the geyser's presence.

Instead, today he rested by the forest inbetween Sleeping Dragon and the Queya River, which the pack leaders had yet to name. The cool shade and crisp breezes made for a perfect time to sleep. He had patroled several times before, and Goliath belived himself to be done with guarding for the time being. 

Resting his head on a large, cool stone, his eyes began to falter...