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

marten nodded quickly and wildly with excitement when his mom acknowledged the toads name. rupert jones, actually, but the middle name was a secret. he turned quickly, tail and butt wiggling, and placed the toad into one of the deeper holes, dragging a stone across the hole so that there was a small crevice for breathing and viewing the outside-- but not quite enough for the little guy to escape. 

marten then turned back to his mom kind of excitedly. "this is rupert's home!" he shared happily to indra, still wiggling a little, his ears pricked, "it wasn't easy, rupert has very picky taste in interior decorating." marten's expression grew almost frustrated-- just for a short moment, as if he'd gone through a great deal of heartache decorating this toads home. yeah, dirt and puppy slobber were very expensive taste.