Duck Lake Girl use me while you can, I’m all yours

i didn't want you to raise me, returned marten, still as a stone, save for the single flick of an ear. you were there until we left you. he was feeling sorry for himself, and marten didn't blame him. but for what? indra was dead. there was nothing either of them could do now. the words clung in the back of his throat, he didn't have the energy to fight about this; if i didn't fail her, then why is she dead? what use was there, anyhow? 

his brow furrowed at the mention of a fight, his tail swishing. why did you fight? he asked, before motioning him forward, i'm a healer, let me look at it.