Sleeping Dragon Ride of the Valkyries

Woop woop!

It took some time for Goliath to travel here, but he was finally back. The smell of the pack came back nostalgically, but he could found some scents that he could not remember, perhaps they were new- perhaps he had forgotten.
Goliath had come back stronger, stupider, and much more savage than he once was. He had spent the larger half of the year living in solitude after he was kicked out of the Bonechewers pack. Being deeply ashamed, he didn’t go back to his old pack and instead found shelter in a cave within the Sunspire mountains.

Throughout that time, many parts of him had become even more neanderthal-esque. His speech had backtracked to a much more primitive state, compared to his already sluggish way of communication. Inside the caves he preyed on anything large enough to eat: bats, large reptiles, birds and other cave-dwelling animals. He had toughened himself by sparring with the many, much more dangerous feral animals outside of his makeshift den. He had enough cuts and scars and broken bones that they equaled the nights he spent deep in the heart of the mountains.

It was going to be all over now. He was going to reintegrate into the world, and he would pick up where he left off: at the foot of the sleeping dragon. He was usually tired, and his face had transformed and hardened into a constant sombre expression since he had been in exile. However, today was different. His deep brown eyes seemed to be  melancholic with thoughts of home, but the only thing he could think about was a proper meal for the first time in a couple weeks.

He would see his old pack again,  although he hadn’t stayed here for long, he enjoyed it, and felt a warm feeling of security wash over the thoughts of hunger. With that emotion, he lifted his muzzle into the air and howled a long, deep howl into the air, sat, and while waiting for a response, practiced his speech. “Que-uhns” he repeated to himself until he knew that he still got it