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."

Jigsaw couldn't get over the odd feeling of having a place of his own, apart from his brother and apart from his deceased father. Loneliness grasped at him every waking moment, and he only wished he could be strong enough to handle it as well as Askell had. They didn't spend much time together anymore - Askell was likely respecting that Jigsaw needed space to grieve - but still he saw his brother out and about, training and growing stronger while Jigsaw felt his future had ground to a halt. He picked anxiously at a petal of a long dead flower he'd collected, tearing small holes with his claw and watching the way the dry material cracked and crumbled. The voice at his den startled him, but he recovered quickly when he recognized the familiar tones. Help? What help could he offer to his brother? Jigsaw stood and tossed the petal aside, moving toward the mouth of the den to meet his guest and gasping as he lay eyes upon the wound. "Oh, Askell you -" He spluttered over all sorts of potential insults, but eventually settled upon the least insulting "- Reckless dummy what did you do?" The wound was large, it did not appear the sort of gash made by a mere wolf or a misstep of the paw. The yearling circled his brother, eyeing the wound from each angle. How the fuck was he supposed to fix this? He'd hardly had instruction past scrapes, bruises and thorns, and a rudimentary understanding of herbs. No matter, he wasn't going to turn away a patient - especially not his brother. "Come in! How long ago did this happen?" Jigsaw trotted briskly back into his den, searching anxiously through the herbs and supplies that rested on the wall shelving and hoped the dust hadn't collected too heavily on the important stuff. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

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?"