Bearclaw Valley been working so hard

the little mashed-potato ball knew that, but what was it? "deer?" he inquired with a head tilt so dramatic it might've fallen off his neck. whatever it was, mama was eating it, so it was exciting. marten was not hard to please.

he toddled over to the redhead and plopped his butt down, staring at indra with a bright gaze. he studied her for a moment before deciding that it seemed easy enough, and bent over to tear off a piece of meat-- not without some struggle, anyway. he was still a baby and lacked any and all strength! but he did it, it just took a little extra effort. slowly, he chewed on the thing with a thoughtful expression before deciding it was good, no surprise there, marten liked everything. "did you get?" he asked her curiously.