Arrow Lake ludens

There are several moments as the male chews at the joint of the fox's leg attached to the shoulder, during which Jigsaw turns his gaze away and looks out over the starstricken lake. Despite the ungodly chill, wind feels beauitful in his fur even as it causes a strong quiver from the base of his spine to his forehead. What brings his attention back to the man is the muffled question of how far?

jigsaw draws his gaze slightly to the northwest, to the spires from which he had come to redshank. He shrugs, looking down on him as he offers a proposal. I've been staying in a small cave a bit around the edge of the shore and up the slope a little. I had to climb through the snow a bit to get down here but I doubt the snowfall has been enough to cover the trail I made.

He pauses and continues. I can help you up and you can lean on my on our way up there. And if you need to stop, we can rest a while. I'm in no rush.