Morningside Cuesta what to name this thread

omerus nods eagerly at his words, like a nervous little brown-noser. sp-spring makes me excited, too. the season of life... th-the flowers will bloom again. and the s-season of b-birth. he licked his lips like a reflex, but it was much more than that. i l-love seeing all those little puppies around. he chuckles innocently, with a little shake of his head. 

s-so augustus, you intend on recruiting then? he asks, though it was more of a statement really. he was eager for new blood among them- there had been others, whose company he had enjoyed. but they were long gone now, and their group was dwindling. as much as he would like to make friends, he was also eager to gain more offerings. of course he loved- and feared- the savior, but he also valued his life. he would readily sacrifice his new friends before letting himself fall into the jaws of the beast.