Bearclaw Valley been working so hard

"yes," marten said without hesitation or second thought. of course he wanted food, what a silly question. meat was an entirely new concept to marten-- something he was still getting used to. he preferred milk, since milk meant indra, but this was a good second. it would eventually surpass the desire for milk anyhow, and marten would grow very fond of it. of course, he was a wolf, after all. 

he toddled over, leaning himself against indra's leg as they overlooked the carcass. his nose twitched. "what is dat?" he asked her, head falling to one side.