Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

at his hindquarters, mahler's plume stirred with a quiet pleasure at jigsaw's proper show of submission. the spotted creature would be welcome in diaspora; he knew the man's lack of hubris would appeal to takiyok also.
"do you have any other quevestions about this place, jigsaw?" the general inquired, a privilege he had not issued to a joiner before. 
but the male had earned it; mahler already had begun to evince some slight warmth toward the new geist. his own sort, of course.