Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

perhaps drawn by the numbers of the rallying pack did a second ghost attend the borders, a pretty dirge beckoning the stoic mahler.
he had been counting the last of his herbs grimly, wondering where he was to find more when all their energies must now be focused upon hunting and caching what little they were able.
he determined then that a hunting party must be taken out into the snows, but knew takiyok would be against such a notion. and so the general kept it silent, answering the summons with a closed stare and a highflung sway of his plume.
half-masked, spotted, eyes like frosted jade — the man was interesting to look upon, but mahler was not present for the aesthetic.