Sleeping Dragon spirits in the dark are waiting

Sorry for the lateness and bad post- Kinda hard for me to get back in rhythm :s

Goliath woke up at the usual time- an hour before sunrise- to begin patrolling. He didn't care if it was his shift or not, it was second nature to him. He was raised in war, lived in war and always believes there will be war. Starting from his preferred resting point- the geyser fields, through the harsh cliff-edges of the Sleeping Dragon, all the way to Rendezvous Point and back- which he would continue to do, nearly every day, until midday, when he would rest.

 Today was a much friskier morning- and the trek that he patrolled was covered with frost and snow- a bad spell for his paws. Despite that, he climbed the mountain nevertheless- but halted his trek when he saw an unfamiliar wolf by the border.

He stomped towards the unknown figure, his ugly, distorted nose was blistered and unable to catch the scent, and thus he simply approached them

"Who is you?!" he bellowed, aiming to catch their attention