Arrow Lake ludens

jigsaw only faintly expects a response as the other is still busying himself with his meal, tearing now into the belly where most of the nutrients can be found. his introduction is faintly acknowledged by the flicker of a dark ear before the yet nameless wolf tears into the meager meal offered to him. his next gesture seems to be an offering of what little remains, although jigsaw in all honesty is not sure if this is an actual offer or just a random movement. in response the wolfdog tilts his head in wonder and in his usual quiet manner attempts to understand.

you want me to finish it, or...? I will, but it is yours if you need it.

his lean shoulders roll into a shrug. In that moment jig makes the unsettling realization that this wolf is tortured in some way, and this conclusion is solidified in the incredulous question of Why? Jigsaw opens his lips to offer an answer but cannot immediately find one. After a perhaps painstaking moment he decides just to be honest, whether judgement comes from those burning amber eyes, or not.

Because you are wounded. And it's cold. a soft, awkward chuff of laughter escapes him as he hopes this answer will reveal motives of a kind heart and nothing else.

I do not know much about healing. But I can help you find a warm place to rest if you want.