Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

jigsaw is not made to linger long in his worries, but when the tall, burly man of the darkest complexion arrives, a new kind of fear swells in the pit of his stomach. the eyes, despite their striking lilac color, are cold as the ice clinging to the tree branches, and they stare with a meaning jigsaw is unable to determine. Were this man to chase him from his territory, were he to attack, the hungry loner would stand no chance against him.

the wolfdog attempts to be discreet in his intake of calming breath, small clouds of mist exiting his nostrils. the dark wolf awaits his words, and so jigsaw lowers his head in a sign of respect. my name is jigsaw. I have been staying in these mountains and I came across this pack. he paused, green eyes flitting for just a few seconds. Is there a chance.. That you may have room for another? He longs to spew out his various qualifications as a pack wolf, but opts instead to await an initial response so as not to overload the other's ears with desperate ramblings.