Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

I guess Goliath has dun' gone the hostile route

Goliath had been sleeping heavily, that was, however, until he was called to by a passing wolf. His eyes darted open, and he snorted, mostly in frustration due to a lack of sleep. Standing up to his full height, Goliath flashed his fangs for a second, the red wanderer had come a bit too close. Briefly looking over his waker, his small, walnut sized brain quickly compared the male to a red-raccoon, but only because of the black mask-like features.

"Goliath watch border" he said, his voice was slow and sluggish, but still retained his deep tone. He took a slow step forward, Goliath's eyes had begun to narrow, not letting his gaze drop from the one near to penetrating what he deemed as 'his' borders, despite him being banished from the mainland. "What Ginger do here?" he asked, although it typically made no difference in wether he clobbered them or not, he always seemed to ask for the motive.