Dawnlark Plains waiting for a rainy day

Its ok c:

Snowflakes began to pile up on Goliath's large, fat-covered body. He had slept through the snowfall for several hours, and where one would usually see a large mass of speckled, hazel fur came the unusual blotch of snow and ice. He had become barely distinguishable from a large snow-covered boulder, the only noticable difference is the black snout that popped out by his foot. Ice had formed at the tip of his coat and whiskers, and his long deep breaths rolled out infront of him like a Dragon puffing out smoke. 

Awakened by the hard crunch of snow nearby, he lifted his massive head and turned to look at the source of the noise. Chunks of snow began to fall of his neck, and he shook the remaining bits of sludge and ice and that had crusted around his mane. Grudgingly, he looked for the maker of the noise, hoping that it was some small animal so that he could sleep once more. Cold weather was for hibernation, that much he knew.

Seeing a male intruder far by the sides, he jumped up onto all fours and perked his ears. Recently, there were a wide array of foreigners attempting to breach the borders, and he was rather satisfied, but now it started to become slightly repetitive.

"HALT!" he boomed from across the clearing, his hopes were high that he could make this confrontation as quick as possible, the snow had made him wet and now that he was gone from his small hibernation-blanket of snow, the insulation dissapeared and the cold, sharp sting of a breeze cut through his pelt. "Goliath make quick." he added, lumbering forward.