Jade Fern Grove Stop swaying when they move or shake it down

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he does not understand his master's intentions, but he watched nonetheless. silent and piqued, he watched. the fat coil of his long tail wrapped around itself, and his black tongue darting occasionally from a maliciously pointed muzzle.

perhaps on one, or possibly two occasions, tizerhuk might have pushed a carefully placed rock down while his master was looking for the next stack. the world would not know, for tizheruk spoke nothing of it and was always conveniently a believable distance away when keelut returned, and of course he denied any cupability in the rock's sudden and mystifying displacement. truly it was a mystery, one worthy of inspecting at a later date, and surely they would get to the bottom of whoever the culprit was, tizheruk was sure of it.

yet his master's works were done, and tizerhuk coiled lazily around the base of one constructed temple as he watched keelut stand back and proudly inspect his assembled wares. his flat eyes danced upward as a bird caught his attention, and hungrily he lunged towards the feathered creature with fangs bared.