Lost Creek Hollow fuck this shit

"no!!" exclaimed marten, who had never once in his life disobeyed anyone. anyone! but this was a line to cross. he ducked away furiously as laurel reached to press her nose to his forehead, his eyes wide. he'd just realized what he had said, and felt truly terrible about it, but there was no fixing it. he raised his voice, and now he needed to speak his mind. "i'm coming with," he said as sternly as his voice could manage, "i can help hunt, and track-- i'm good at tracking, i will help you find them." oh but his poor limbs shook, not at the idea of leaving, but at the fact that he'd just retaliated from auntie laurel. 

if only he knew what she was thinking about him-- oh it'd break his poor little heart. 

"please, auntie laurel," he said quieter, ears pressed against his skull, "please, mama." 

to the side, terance was completely silent during this-- unwilling to get between a family dispute... even if it concerned a child. who, to be fair, was almost an adult.