Whack-A-What?

Jigsaw was ready to furiously nom his prey [Askell] when his father spoke up, explaining more about the prairie dogs they were hunting. He opened his mouth to ask a question when strangers approached, and with a rapid and off-balance skittering Jigsaw flew into the leg of his father to take cover. There were so many strange voices and the Klein boy was entirely ready to just remain hidden, let them have their conversation, and be on their way back towards the prairie dogs. Even Askell chimed in and Jigsaw lifted his head out from the leg-fur which he was hiding to glare at his brother, when he saw them.

Between the brightly glowing adult, the ember-like boy, and the spikey girl, Jigsaw didn't know which he wanted to touch first. His eyes grew wide and he slunk out from behind Harbringr, moving cautiously up towards Ardyn and lifting out a paw towards the color-changing fur. "Can... can I touch it?" He asked softly, glancing back at his father for approval before locking his eyes back upon the pretty colors.