Wapun Meadow oh, and the time is at hand

marten's moral compass was completely out of whack. it pointed in directions that were the complete opposite of what he was told. marten don't come. but marten had to come? he blatantly disobeyed his mother and his aunt and his alpha. but it was for his own good. for their own good. indra needed marten, whether she wanted to admit it or not. marten refused to leave his mama behind, she needed him.

papa was strong, nuna was adaptable, merrick was independent. marten was none of those things without indra. he would not let her leave him. 

he snuck out. early one morning. he followed indra's scent trail until it was nightfall, and then he kept pushing onwards. until he saw her, in the middle of the snow-covered meadow. and! ugh! and a stranger! he approached his mama with nothing but amiable movements, but marten was upset that he couldn't reunite with his mama in private. she would be so excited to see him! he knew it. he tried to not let it show that he was upset, instead calling out from a distance-- trying to steal her attention away from the stranger, marten deserved her attention-- and beginning to race forwards. 

"mama!" he barked, tail wagging as he sprinted towards her. almost a grown boy! oh, he grew up so fast. still young, by many accounts, but bigger now than he ever had been. as he approached her rounded on indra defensively, pressing to her side, turned the opposite way she faced so he could see the stranger. "i'm here mama," he said quietly, bi-colored gaze focused on the stranger with caution, despite all the shows of friendliness he displayed.