Arrow Lake ludens

omg I love it though XD this thread is fun.

---

jigsaw from the corner of his eye witnesses the sudden burst of tension as he takes the food away and for a moment guilt swells painfully in his belly. had he read the somber man's cues incorrectly? then again, the lift of the dark hackles could have been a mere instinctual response. Jigsaw eats anyway, as there is not a further display of aggression.

still his worries linger; the man is watching him eat and the wolfdog cannot discern his expression from resentment and curisoity. there is a distinct difference between their styles of eating although had he been alone with the fox he likely would have gobbled it down just as voraciously. as he finishes his last few bites he notices the man wilt again, slumping onto his belly with an unmistakable surge of pain. jig's initial response is to stare with wide eyes, knowing that with the strangers unwillingness to accept help, there likewise is the impossibility of being able to help him at all.

despite his surge of pain the other manages to muttrt a few words: his name, and his origins, which apparently are "nowhere." Jigsaw does not buy this response at all; wolves generally have an idea of their origins but again he refuses to push him, instead focussing on the name of the shadowy wolf. Redshank huh? He wonders casually, hoping (doubtfullly) that this will give him the opportunity to tell him about his name, at the very least. Jig is aware of the unusual nature of his own name and "Redshank," also, is not an alias he had ever heard before. 

It's a really good name. I would never have guessed. There is a darkness to the name that suits the wounded canine, and not in a negative manner, either. Jigsaw falls silent, hoping to hear more about it, but by now willing to accept that he may hear nothing more. If that is the case, well... It won't be easy to determine what to do next.