Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

When Goliath begins to speak, her darkened slate eyes turn to the stranger before her as he adjusts his position closer to the ground. Satisfied enough that he is not necessarily a threat, in that moment, she does not regret taking her time. However, the brute of her own explains he'd been trespassing but she had crossed over the strongest of her borders to get where she stands.

"He was trespassing?" she asks her own wolf while keeping her gaze locked down upon the strange wolf, as if she were talking to him. He reminds her a little of Snacha as a sour taste develops in her mouth, but she tosses the thought from her mind. "Did he go any further than he is now?" she then adds, still keeping her gaze in place. A little too close for her liking, maybe, but she can't help but wonder why, if he'd been trespassing, the wolf is still alive. Storm had been beaten to a pulp for crossing the borders and taken prisoner and there is nothing but merely hurt pride cowering on the ground.