Bearclaw Valley and we'd break under the weight of any pressure that was ever applied

whoa! babies are so old by now <3

ah! what was marten doing? good question, but not one that needed to wait for an answer.

the pale boy turned his head quickly, too quickly, perhaps, as he was surprised by his mother's approach(since he was far more focused on the task at hand). from his mouth flung a live toad, which had been held gently in his jaws. it flew from his mouth, smacking indra in the face before giving a gentle plop on the ground. "rupert!!" exclaimed poor little marten, who scrambled after the creature frantically. if indra looked past him, she would've spied a little assortment of rocks and leaves and sticks and divots dug into the soft earth. 

the toad had landed on it's back, unable to escape, so marten had scooped him back up. and then, once the 'chaos' had calmed, marten looked to his mom shyly, ears flat. "oops... 'um 'orry ah," he tried through a mouthful of toad.