Sleeping Dragon Crackjaw

so sorry for the wait

Ali remained unaware of the presence of another until he announced himself. He lifted his head and sucked in a breath, panic gripping him for a moment until the words registered; he was embarrassed instead, then. There was a moment of pause before he answered.
Uhhh— yeah, I'm fine, thanks. Sorry about... that. The boy rubbed the back of his paw against his nose one last time for good measure. The few beats it took gave him time to gather what was left of his wits; he turned his gaze back to the stranger, taking a moment to study him now. Of course the first thing he noticed was the size difference, and suddenly he was nervous again for different reasons. Sure, he seemed friendly enough, but if things went sour Alarian knew he would be kind of screwed. He swallowed hard, wondering when he had become so suspicious of others, and pressed on. After all, he had questions— this seemed an odd place to be for a wolf, though it did not cross his mind that he, a wolf, was there for no apparent reason. Do you know what this place is?