Whack-A-What?

While Áskell was a fidgety ball of energy, Jigsaw was simply happy to enjoy the travois ride looking out over the prairie. The world was more massive then he could have ever anticipated it to be, and between leaving their mother, arriving at Ashen, joining Habari, and now adventuring out in search of prey he felt like he had to have seen all of it by now. He clearly hadn't, because every new chunk of time that'd passed by showed him something new all over again.

His brother's words had Jigsaw shifting subtly away, his eyebrows narrowing in an accusatory glare. "Don't you pee on me." He threatened, spending the rest of the journey giving Áskell small glances to ensure the bigger boy was in fact holding his bladder.

When they came to a stop he was eager to leap from the travois, his thin legs vibrating with pent-up energy. Áskell did his business promptly, declaring himself ready for their hunt. "I think I see one!" He replied, and as his brother came bounding back towards them Jigsaw aimed to pounce upon him playfully.