Arrow Lake ludens

---

as he draws deeper into the lands of Sunspire his anxieties seem to lessen somewhat. to jigsaw the range gives a sense of safety and seclusion, freedom to roam wherever he wishes as well as the added soothing of many areas to hide from whatever he needs to seclude himself from. he wanders as usual, unexpectant of any unusual occurances. that is until he scents blood.

ordinarily such a smell produces the potential of a kill to scavenge, but this aroma is different. its origins are that of his own kind, different even from the corpse of the emaciated young fox which he holds between his dual toned jaws. of course, part of his mind screams at him to turn the other way, but his good nature compells him to instead follow the scent of his wounded breatheren. with some difficulty he finds his way down to the shores of a lake which he has yet to discover in his travels. there, collapsed on the cold sand of the lakeshore is a wounded canine, one with a hungered frame and little scent of other wolves upon him.

jigsaw pauses in his tracks, simply watching the man with curious pale green eyes. there is no telling where the wounded wolf has sustained his injuries, and the speckled male knows that there is a possibility of aggression within the stranger. yet his injuries speak of a lessened threat, and aside from that jigsaw has food to offer in exchange for peace. 

he approaches the stranger slowly, making and effort to create noise as he moves closer to lessen the chance of startling him. near enough, jigsaw drops the dead fox close to the other male and sits next to him.

Are you alright? You can have some of this... He speaks softly, lowering his ears and giving his tail a friendly sway.