C’mon Daddy, We Want A Story

Jigsaw squinted hard as his father shot down his plan, his mind already working to determine an alternate way to transport the lava for experimentation. While Askell had questions about the inner workings of the hot fire, Jigsaw didn't tend to ask questions out of sheer curiosity. Instead, he pipped up with a query of his own as his brother was done. "If it's soooo hot that I can't bring it home, why doesn't it melt through the volcano? If the volcano can hold lava, can I take some volcano rock and make a cup out of that instead to carry it?" The logic was sound in his head, and it was easier to ignore his aching paws when he was imagining the praise of finding a way to transport real molten lava. Jigsaw was determined to make a name for himself one way or another, and if it wasn't to be Worlds Best Healer (Which, what a silly thought, of COURSE it would be!) it could be The-Wolf-Who-Conquered-Volcanos instead. It sounded like something his brother might approve of, at least.