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

marten nods, no words needed to reiterate that point. as if she needed permission, she was leader here after all, she could step on him as payment, if she so desired. he waits for her to take it before he responds, his ears cupped forwards as a lie so easily slips from his pale maw. fine, he says simply, settling in well, found an old cache a little north of here... not too much in it, but good to start my own in the midst of winter. 

another pause. what about you? how do you like the woods? he asks, knowing she had favored the stinking marsh to this place. he imagined it was lovely in the springtime. mm.