Arrow Lake ludens

The half-masked man pushed the carcass back to him, and Redshank debated a moment or two before gingerly placing a paw upon it as thanks. Involuntarily, the Cairn felt his features soften into a rare expression of gratitude. The kindness and generosity Jigsaw shared felt overwhelmingly foreign; he was not used to it. He reminded Redshank of someone, and his mind briefly flit to the image of an older, grizzled general whose name escaped him. His encounter with that particular stranger had also happened upon these mountains.

Jigsaw's offer hung in the air unanswered for a few moments as Redshank thoughtfully nosed his way around the now mostly eaten fox. Eventually, he decided on a foreleg, and began working with his teeth to remove it from the rest while his gaze flicked up to his company. He was a very trustworthy one, this Jigsaw. Perhaps almost naively so but Redshank was glad it was this altruistic soul that had come upon him and not a more malicious sort. With a rough jerk of his head, the thin leg came free and he quickly readjusted his grip with a satisfied growl. "How far?" he asked, voice muffled slightly by the appendage.

Although he had rejected his offer before, it had become apparent Jigsaw really, truly did want to help. To what end, Redshank had no idea, but if the man was offering shelter and not one but two meals (even if the options were rather scant for the time being), he didn't see much reason to decline a second time. Jigsaw hadn't proven himself a threat so far, though he would still keep an edge of caution about him.