Its 3 In The Blessed AM

Áskell limped away from the border after his tussle with a black bear that had been caught stealing from Habari's meat stores. In his mouth was the sheep leg he'd retrieved from the bear but it was slow going. He was bruised, scratched and a large gash marked his left hind leg.

Once he made it back to the store den he returned the leg, sealed everything up then debated what to do next. He licked idly at the injured back leg but it was a deep gash that would require a healer and of course his first thought was Jigsaw. However, it was deep into the night and dawn was still hours away. He hadn't spent time with his brother since his father's passing. He'd been grieving and training and the other boy seemed to have wanted his own space.

Áskell crept to the entrance of Jigsaw's den before calling down gently. "Jig? Hey, are you in there? I think I need some help."