Lost Creek Hollow no time to think, time to sleep now

while indra was busying herself with-- something, he didn't know-- marten was rebuilding ruperts sanctuary. around the corner marten had dug into the soft earth and placed rupert into the hole. the hole was where rupert was more comfortable, he thought marten's breathe stank, and preferred not to be carried around so much. marten assured him that it was only temporary, and that his breath only stank because rupert had peed in his mouth a multitude of times. but rupert was still stubborn. 

marten supposed it was the least he could do. after all, he had taken the toad from his home.

when he'd finished, he padded over to the redleaf woman, pressing his nose to her cheek. he was growing fast, still, but he was not immune to the motherly charm that indra gave off. 

"mama?" marten asked quietly, taking a step back to look at her, "what's wrong?"