Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

In order to better protect his own, Sriracha needed to know the lay of the land. This included locating nearby packs and alerting them to his group's presence in the grove. They weren't a pack proper, and Sriracha thought they posed no threat, but others might disagree. Better to forewarn those around them that he had taken up in the grove than to surprise them. 

And so he came to the well-marked borders of a pack that loomed beneath a large peak. The line was near a forest, and within the forest Sriracha saw what had to be the biggest wolf he had ever laid eyes on. Oye! he called, unafraid. It seemed to him that the wolf was asleep. If not asleep, then just on the border between the waking and sleeping world. Hey, uh, big guy! He inched closer, curiosity about this massive wolf overcoming timidness about how near he was to the borders. He had yet to pass them, and would never do so without invitation, but he did draw uncomfortably close.