Bearclaw Valley been working so hard

like most things in marten's life, an explanation of what a brother was came quietly. there was not much that marten asked for that he didn't get, especially since he only ever asked for verbal things. and food, marten asked for a lot of food. 

"mrik," he repeated confidently, taking a few steps closer. he eyed indra cautiously, a question of 'is this okay?' before taking a few more steps to see his brother better. he looked sort of boring, kind of fat and lumpy. he had no true opinions on the matter. "many family," he commented casually, gaze leaving the puppy and focusing solely on his mom, smile on his face.