Bearclaw Valley Citrofortunella - a group of commercial hybrids

lemme... test this lil man out....

marten was no extraordinary pup. in fact, he was quite ordinary in every way. he'd developed no quicker and no slower than he was predicted to, and nothing about him suggested he might grow up to be something extra special. no ma'am, no sir, not at all. marten was simply a small, pale fuzzball of a pup-- nothing more, nothing less.

his own baby-blue gaze had opened already, leaving him with a fuzzy-- but new!!-- view of the world around him. it was clouded and didn't fully make sense, but marten rather liked it. in fact, he very much liked it. of course, mom never let him far... but marten could sit at the mouth of his den and view the bokeh-styled terrain that panned out before him. 

today, nunataq was there before he could settle himself in, so little marten had to waddle and topple forward to meet her at the entrance. a low puppy-like growl and yip accompanying him as he grew closer, alerting his sister to 'get outta the way!' and 'make room!'. though, perhaps his biggest accomplishment was sending the pretty yellow creature fluttering back into the air. and so when marten plopped himself beside nuna, he stared up in awe at the bug as she floated away-- so bright against the blue sky.