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"maaammaaa," cooed marten as he spotted his mothers features appear from the nearby den, and his little tail picked up speed at her voice. come she had said, marten could follow that command. he waddled over to his mama, curious what she meant by brother. marten had only ever known sister in the form of nunatuq. perhaps if marten had been older he would've found merrick to be threatening, but he was so young and naive that the idea of jealousy hadn't even properly formed in his head. 

his nose twitched as he approached the den, slowly. there was a new scent-- a new wolf. it smelled sort of funny-- and kind of gross. his nose wrinkled initially, but when he got a better look at it he was nothing but intrigued. "whoo dat?" marten asked indra quietly, his tail (previously paused and standing in the air) now moved again in a happy wag at his hocks. "brother?" he then repeated, remembering the word his mother had shared.