C’mon Daddy, We Want A Story

Jigsaw was thrilled to finally be allowed up the towering, smoking mountain and did his best to keep pace with the two stronger wolves. While he did not have the same burning curiosity as Askell, there were certain questions he was desperate to have the answers to. Could you touch lava if it cooled enough? What did it taste like? Could it be used for healing? Would a flower dipped in lava become magical? He kept the questions to himself, eyes wide and taking in every sight as they scaled the mountain. "Mine too!" Jigsaw complained as Askell mentioned his aching paws. Jigsaw was tiny and slender, and definitely not built for climbing volcanos. "Will Aunt Recluse be mad if I take some of her lava?" Surely since the albino alpha owned the mountain, she owned it's fire as well. Jigsaw didn't have much room in his pack, but he definitely intended to try and sneak at least a little bit home to experiment on.