Wapun Meadow in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

marten clung close to xan's side, his ears alternating between an upright state and folded back. this was far. he was old enough to do this (he was!!!!) but it was still sort of scary. marten was... concerned. his nose kept on twitching, taking in all the new sights and smells. 

and then, one familiar one... familiarish. 

fleeting memories of reigi were all he had. indra was his mother now, and he loved her dearly. but this wolf... he knew... and xan had mentioned (kick me if i'm wrong) numerous times that they were going to see his mom. his real mom. that was confusing to the pale boy but... well, he'd get over it.

when they arrived, marten stood opposite the wolves. there were two, one he sort of knew and one complete stranger. he ducked behind his fathers legs, nervous and... concerned. oh-- and there was a pup. he looked the same age as him and nuna. marten stared-- he had many questions.