Sleeping Dragon So sad and broken hearted

Goliath had been strolling around, patrolling the borders like he once had with his previous leader Gyda, the viking queen. Although the memories weren't the most pleasant, he atleast could attribute his fondness with Sleeping Dragon to her, since she was the one who accepted him in. Immediately, he felt a pang of either guilt or sadness, he could not tell which. Remembering memories was always something that he disliked, and remember how he left at some of the most vital times of the pack was something he was ashamed of.

Shaking this train of thought out of his head, he continued his walk with a mind at peace. That was, of course, until he stumbled upon a female which seemed like they were simply casually waiting for something or someone. "Oi!" he called from a distance, he had to escort yet another loiterer outside of the premises, and he'd be damned if he didn't use his usual hostile approach. "What do here?"