Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

*Jigsaw* · 10-18-2021, 12:16 AM

Something had awoken him, a soft whisper on the wind that seemed to bounce off the walls of his den and directly into his dreams. Jigsaw did not wake gently, and had he been a species capable of sweat his fur would have been matted with it. Though the dream had ended, the eerie and unsettling feeling remained and he felt almost claustrophobic within his den.

He tore from the den, wide eyed and panicky and unsure where exactly he was headed, until the voice called out once more to him. "Jigsaw?" In the waking hours it was easier to recognize, and almost instantly tears pooled in the orphan yearling's eyes. "Dad?" The voice was fading, and Jigsaw chased it desperately until a new figure came into view.

"A-Askell?" His voice was equal parts disappointed and relieved, and he dropped his head to let slip a single whimper. "I thought I heard..." No, his brother would think him foolish for admitting that their father's voice had led him here.

"Speech"

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