Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

marten couldn't help but smile at the softness of her gestures and kindness of her apologies. as she scrambled off of him, marten slowly rose and shook out his pale fur -- snow scattering around him. he shook his head. it's not a problem, he assured her quickly, sitting back down before her. his bi-colored eyes blink as she claims she recognizes him, ears pricking as he studies her curiously. marten would be lying if he said he remembered her -- in fact, marten barely cared to remember a soul that wasn't indra. he remembered immediate family based solely on proximity, and maybe some of the wolves at easthollow... but certainly not this girl.

i'm fine, he says, but pauses again to study her, gaze settling upon her delicate features. she's pretty, he tells himself, but that doesn't really tell her who she is. do you? he asks, giving her a wry smile as if to apologize, i'm not sure i recognize you -- m' names marten. well, an introduction never hurt anyone. and besides, maybe he had met her before.