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

it was no secret that today especially marten had swallowed an insane amount of toad pee. granted-- he wasn't sure why he occasionally tasted something gross, he just chalked it off as rupert needing a bath. 

"rupert is my friend," marten insisted, ears pricked upwards, "he's not afraid." who in their right mind would every be afraid of marten anyhow? of that puppy breath though... maybe. but even marten was growing up and out of that. "night-crawlers?" he asked with his head tilted, "like... bugs and stuff?"