Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

Throwing in a late night post, sorry for the wierd-grammar...

As Goliath trotted in with the rest of the kru with a burnt back, a broken molar and several other cuts and sores, he could only feel aches across his entire blistered body. Despite his dull conditons, the fact that he finally returned to the deeper parts of pack grounds lifted his spirit; it had been some time since he had been back to the meeting point, and a spark of what some call 'Nostalgia' filled his fat, gross heart.

As he looked for a place to sit, he caught a particularly small wolf staring at him. Already having his entire body in pain, (and finding that this was not the time he was to be judged) he simply grunted a greeting from afar and took a seat, not recognizing that that female was one of the much higher ranked Hedonakru.

Looking towards the Heda as she spoke, his face changed into an even sterner expression at the mention of the pack's young ones, remembering a particular child which (he thought) travelled to the border only to bug him.

At first, he did not match the name and the pup together, but when a small, grey girl chimed in to thank her superiors, Goliath finally came to realize that the wolf Thuringwethil was praising was the same one which had bothered him merely days ago.

His mood immediately took a turn for the worse, and he ended up contemplating wether he should go back to the geysers - the day could simply not get any worse. Despite his better judgement, he ended up staying, and mocked the other wolves in muttering a harsh "Spechou" under his breath.