Emberwood It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair.

most nights marten spent feeling rather lonesome. he either slept too much or not enough, and nights he slept it was mostly restless. outside the territory he'd managed to find an abandoned cache. in the cache, though mostly crispy, frozen stacks of dried leaves and small holes dug into the now solid earth, marten had found poppyseeds. not many, mind you, but enough to bring a calm, numbness that could lull him to sleep. he did it a few times, not consecutively, before he ultimately ran out. he reckoned it was for the best, too -- something about them felt unsettling. but boy... did he miss the sleep. 

today was a day following a rather restless night, and he was feeling a little out of it. he missed days where he could take naps with indra, sunbathe on a boulder in the hollow -- or by the mother stone. no -- that was the past. that couldn't happen now. he needed other distractions. other ways to cope. to heal... but, could he ever heal? 

ibis had become the brunt of marten's grieving process -- though neither of them could've been wiser. she was not indra. she'd never be indra. but to a wolf who'd given his life to someone... only to lose them anyway, what else was he supposed to do? ibis seemed kind enough. marten would follow her loyally. that's all he had to say.

he'd just barely managed to grab a rather dull looking rabbit. scrawny, unhappy, but certainly a warm meal. marten hadn't much of an appetite that day, unsurprisingly, so when he catches wind of ibis he turns towards it. his tail swings when he spots her, ears flicking as he lets out a low chuff. through the rabbit, marten says, care for a snack?