Swiftcurrent Creek a lot of wait and see and too many maybes

marten listened with dreadful disappointment as his family was turned away, but he did not grit his teeth. he listened, calmly, until the man finished, and then watched as laurel turned and fled. he did not chase her, he knew where she'd go. he'd go the same way, to indra, but not yet.

he watched her for a moment before turning back to kavik, ears flicking. "thank you for your offer, we know you can't take up more responsibility than you can handle," he voiced to the man, in place of laurel's distraught apology. they were a broken family, and marten was not glue, but he worked his hardest to make sure the edges did not fray. even when lucas would leave. again. he didn't have much else to say, what else could he say? there was nothing, truly. but marten thought that everyone deserved a proper farewell, so he gave him one now.

"thanks, again, good luck, sir," marten offered, and then gave a solitary dip of his head and turned to go home, which was where indra was.