Stone Circle It's a Hole.

his staring was interrupted by a call for his name. his pale ears pricked, rotating back before his nose followed, head turned to see his pale cousin. silently, marten wondered why he looked so much like his father -- why they all did. it seemed to be a running theme that every new apaata member he met... seemed to resemble himself. at least, the last few. he caught himself from wondering why he couldn't look more like indra -- often, he forgot that indra was not his real mother. bitterly, he reminded himself why he didn't. 

hey, arlette! chirped marten anyway, who tended not to have a mean bone in his body. the yearlings tail waved as he moved to stand up, shaking out his pelt before taking some steps to close the distance between them. sure! did you have anything in mind? he asked her with a warm smile, gaze upon her features as he quieted.