Sleepy Fox Hollow i want to play a game.

jigsaw casts his gaze sidelong in a posture of listening, his ears pointed towards the shadowed leader in order to grasp every word. the leader lists the principles, each of them striking a positive note within the speckled wolfdog, particularly, the mountains. In a subtle movement he turns to face mahler, eyes cast in appreciation. in spite of his short time here jigsaw has grown to adore the sunspire range, and to hear that his potential pack prides themselves in them, as well, brings him great joy. 

additionally, he is pleased by everything else mahler says, accustomed to roaming, on board with the collection of more lands. jigsaw gives a final nod. sounds good, he speaks softly, downplaying the utter happiness coursing through his veins. 

Thank you, mahler. I have no further questions.