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

Áskell's stomach flipped, his fur standing on end as he listened hard for a reply. The only thing that answered was the wind. It picked up, sending the fireflies scattering for just a moment until they reformed their ranks. At that moment Jigsaw arrived, clearly shaken. As he spoke Áskell's heart started to race. "W-wait… did you hear it to? Did you hear dad?" If it had just been him he could easily shake it off as a figment of his imagination but if his brother had heard it to then could it possibly be real?

"Hurry!"

Áskell jumped and looked to Jigsaw. Had he heard it to, oh man, oh man… "Dad talked about a spirit world before. Maybe he needs help! We have to find him." He noted the fireflies moving away from them and the sound of the voice drifting away on the breeze, urging them to hurry. "Come on, let's follow those fireflies!"