Lion Head Mesa the games gods play

He snickered to that point, flailing a paw about for a moment as he considered his next words.

Alas, I don’t believe I have a chance in that department. A wistful little sigh.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the man was just as thick as his skull. Alas. He chanced a glance at his paw.

Or he didn’t particularly swing that way.

Or Akhtar looked like an irradiated deer to most of the wolves here, but that was far from the point.