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

not entirely sure what marten was up to prior to this, but he was in the area. surely he was cloud watching or butterfly chasing, away from the chaotic energy that was nunatuq and somewhere far more peaceful. it was kind of hot out, but it felt nice. marten was blessed with light fur, leaving him to roam outside the den in the heat of the summer just a little bit longer. marten was always hungry, as all good, plump puppies should be, so he was in the same boat as piper, but he forgot all about that as soon as he spotted her. he yipped excitedly to grab her attention.

"pipe!" he called out to her, his tail beginning to wag furiously as he skipped happily in her direction. pipe was perhaps a nickname and perhaps only a mispronunciation, for now-- of course-- such things were uncertain. "what doin?" he asked with a dramatic cant of his head to one side, "can i come?"