Sleeping Dragon I need that happy begginin' middle and endin'

For @Freyja ^3^

Goliath had taken to pushing over large rocks lately. Any one looking from afar might say he's doing it for exercise, others might say he's putting them in a specific formatiom, but what was really happening was his fondness for bait. Ever since he learnt about stink bait it became his next favourite thing after eating.

Pulling off some rather long nightcrawlers from under the stone, he chewed up their hairy, squishy bodies and spat out the remains onto a leaf he had prepepared. Taking his time, he snatched off several creepy-crawlies to create a significant amount of crushed worms by his side. Grabbing the large, earthworm filled magnolia leaf by its sides, he wrapped it around in a taco-like formation, and carried it over to the next nearest rock (which was a large, smooth boulder) for further harvest.

His teeth had become stained with dirt and worm-guts, and eventually corroded by harsh collisions with the stone he was scraping bugs off. Although Goliath enjoyed the use of bait, he quickly became bored of the task, and eventually would bark at objects in the distance or chase and kill smaller critters. It was his nature, and his warlust is what defines him, always looking for someone (or thing) to hurt or maim.

He looked back at the leaf beside him and groaned, this would take a long time