Goliath patrols the perimeter of the camp with alertness, his hands on his bow and arrow as his hooves thump against the soft grass. He keeps his head held high as he peers into the darkness of the forest at night, his tail swishing. He snaps his head to the side as a twig snaps, and he quickly trots over in an elegant manner, yelling out in a harsh tone.

"Who's there?! Show yourself before I make you!"