Arrow Lake ludens

jigsaw had caught the man eyeing him briefly a time or two since their initial encounter and this, again, was something he was used to. It gave him a feeling somewhere between flattery and concern: sometimes he feared he was a bit too odd looking. But that was hard to tell, being from a mother more speckled than he and born into a litter of siblings with varying degrees of speckles. He, however, was the only littermate with such stark a marking as a two toned face. 

Still, nowadays there were plenty of wolfdogs and oddly colored wolves wandering the lands; he was not so unique. Not such an outlier. He almost wished the other would ask him about it, just for conversation, and because well... Who didn't like to talk about themselves? It was not like Redshank seemed to possess any desire to speak on his own behalf. 

Instead camea thank you that seemed both reluctant and genuine. Jigsaw gave a swift few wags of his tail. no problem. As he spoke he pushed the remaineder of the carcass back towards Redshank. My offer is still here. I know of a cave not far off where we can sleep. I could wake in a few hours and find something else to eat, after your stomach has some time to digest.  he kept his voice monotone and casual, not wanting to sound too eager now.