Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

Sriracha was very quickly beginning to realize that this wolf was dumb as rocks. It was almost endearing, if it weren't so terrifying. Big and stupid seemed a terrible combination, one that he was not going to try. He could play nice, hell, he could play complacent if it meant not fighting Goliath. (That must have been his name. Third person? Really?)

Oye! I am no stray, he prostested, bristling for a moment before settling down. Though his pride was wounded, he thought it might be better to stay on But, yeah. Uh, I'd appreciate that. I'll... I'll be quiet now. This might prove difficult for him, because any prolonged time spent not conversing seemed like a waste to him. He waited, ready to follow if Goliath began to lead him off, ready to stand by if Goliath called someone to them. And always, always ready to run for his life.