Bearclaw Valley been working so hard

oops, he had meant literally -- indra forced back a blushed smile, pulling the wing across her slender forearm. she watched martin's intrepid expression, appreciating the keenness in which he chewed on the meat. meat that, for the rest of his life, would nourish him. "it's duck," she responded, stifling a light laugh that the two could be confused. she supposed the fault was not with marten - no wolf was born knowing the names of their prey.

she settled her chin down on her paws, watching as marten's expression turned into approval. "mona brought it for us. she got it. a duck is small, with wings. a deer looks like us, kind of, bigger. sometimes they have antlers too, if they're a boy. antlers look like big sticks on their head, i suppose." she considered how ridiculous that must have sounded, but shrugged. he would catch sight of one eventually and understand.