pre-dawning of a new era [ASHEN]

The movement of his father's travois was almost relaxing as resting against his mother's rising and falling chest, and Jigsaw's curiosity to watch the world go by was very early in their journey overcome by the draw of sleep. It wasn't until his big brother wrapped around him that the sleepy pup awoke, wrestling a paw out from beneath himself to flop it upon whatever part of Áskell he could manage. His brother had no doubt gotten used to Jigsaw's odd fascination with touch - if he could have, he would have learned to walk with his paw atop his littermate's.

Jigsaw was preparing to grumpily beckon Áskell back to bed when his voice came through the furs. It awoke his curiosity once more with a start, and he aimed to wiggle his way through to the opening of the skins so his head might come up and out alongside Áskell's. The stranger - no, many many strangers - were immediately in view as he poked into the light, and almost as quickly as he had popped up, Jigsaw was shimmying right back into the fur with intention to wriggle himself underneath Áskell for protection.