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

the toad croaked, drawing indra's attention forth to its spherical form and lazy slit eyes. she looked at it dubiously, digesting marten's small speech with a mother's bemusement. she could not fail to see the logic behind marten's idea, but at the same time, had picked up enough toads to know they peed liberally and often.. which was not something she wanted in her mouth.

"would he let you do that? isn't he afraid of us?" she peered down at the portly creature, still skeptical. "i know a place you could find night-crawlers... if he would eat them.."