Bearclaw Valley it smells like guilt and Chanel No. 5

was marten really half a year old? it didn't feel like it, not to him and certainly not to his writer. he was still pretty childish, unfortunately, but in a good way. marten still had the largest imagination you could imagine but he wasn't such a little twerp. he was quite lovable, in my opinion-- the biggest sweetheart.

marten typically stuck to the innards of the territory, observing and tending to wildlife-- flora and fauna. well.. that was about it. marten wondered what else he could do to help the pack, since taking care of rupert (who still lived and breathed under marten's expert care) wasn't exactly... uhh, beneficial to the pack. marten didn't do much border patrol, but he thought about it. his mama and dad were so good at that stuff, maybe he would be too! so he took to them, spotting piper right away. he didn't see much of piper often, but he didn't think much of it. marten tended to assume the best of others-- he assumed she was just busy all the time and-- look! he was so right!

"hey! pipes!" he called out, picking up his pace to a swift trot to greet her, "are you patrolling?"