Its 3 In The Blessed AM

Áskell grinned at his brother but as he watched Jigsaw sputter he knew he was in for a chewing out. "Hey now, take it easy. It wasn't really what I did. It was the stupid bear I caught stealing from our food stores. I couldn't just let it walk away." Well, he supposed he could have but it was the principal of the thing.

Áskell was invited in and he slipped gingerly inside, picking out a fur and settling down carefully with the wounded leg facing up so it would be easier for Jigsaw to examine. "Just tonight." Her reached over and licked at the injury a bit more to clean the blood off. He wasn't sure what else to say, both in regards to the wound and his brother. It felt like forever since they'd just hung out together. "How have you been, Jig?"