Bearclaw Valley a little nervous breakdown can really work wonders for a girl

"whoa," parroted little marten again, his tail wiggling at the thought of an hour long adventure. whoa indeed, little marten. "duck," he said confidently. it was one of the only things he'd been exposed to separately by indra, and he was a big fan. he hadn't eaten that much solid food just yet though... he was still working his way up. "whabout pipes?" he asked her with a little chirp yip, toddling along beside her and bumping up against her once or twice.