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

marten was unsure what to do.  he really wanted to approach-- really-- but his daddies voice was... stiff. marten felt stiff. it wasn't until nuna started stalking forwards, so confident and reassuring, that marten opted to take a few steps forwards.

but nuna was mean, and marten didn't understand. he froze, whining loudly. what was happening? he didn't understand. why was the air so weird? why was his dad so stiff? and why was nunatuq being so mean? he didn't understand.

"wanna... go home," he said softly, ears falling to his crown, his butt plopping down on the ground.