Bearclaw Valley will you stop your lovely orbiting

"'m marten," he shared with her willingly, his tail wagging, "sometimes i'm marty." to wolves like nunatuq, anyway. oh! but where were his manners? "mona's uh-- nice name," he told her, ears pricked. a compliment was always in order when he met new wolves... such was custom, right? 

"what do?" he asked her. surely something exciting.