Bitterroot Valley space is about to fold

It isn’t like him to not awaken at the drop of a hat—maybe allergies had ‘em, or he was getting a cold, but Zephyr manages to slip past him. Kratos blissfully unaware until abruptly he is pounced on, split ear held onto by the silver coywolf.
Breath knocked from him, the dragon awakes in a fit of fury and fire. He rises to his feet, uncaring for the attacker that may have resided on or near him, along with the ripping it does to the ear in Zephyr’s grasp. He aims to knock his shoulder forth, using it akin to a battering ram and teeth go for whatever is closest—in this case, should Zephyr not move, it would be his forearm.