Bearclaw Valley will you stop your lovely orbiting

it's been so long <3

but of course, it was marten who answered. perhaps his rambunctious sister was somewhere in tow, but obedient little tubby marten was anywhere he was asked to be-- and typically without any fuss. and while his sister was typically far more loud, marten was still extroverted in the sense that he loved to meet new wolves-- loved to be around wolves.

when he heard the inviting yip the child was straight out the den and on the move. he spotted mona with great excitement and curiosity. "mama," he announced as he approached, not the slightest bit fearful. she looked so inviting, lounging out as she was. and her coat, as his single word suggested, was just as fire-red as indra's. of course, this one word didn't fully explain that. he paused a little ways off, stretching his neck to sniff at her curiously, before toddling the rest of the distance and plopping himself down right before her. "not mama--" he clarified, wanting to tell her that he was in fact smart enough to tell the difference! "--but like mama." his head tilted to one side. "who you?"