Porcupine Ridge but i am drifting

feeling distantly uncomfortable around laurel, marten often found himself wandering alone when indra pushed ahead. he could sense that there was something about his aunt that just didn't sit right with him... but he didn't know how to voice this concern to her, or to indra for that matter. 

even though indra pushed away, maybe to talk to someone new, marten trekked after her, long pale legs stretched into great strides. marten was now 9 months old. if they would've stayed at the hollow, he would've been a full fledged adult. but they hadn't, they'd left, and so now marten was just leggy. not that he noticed any difference with himself. 

he spotted the firebrand she-wolf and gave a yap as he padded to catch up, joining at his mothers side and nosing her shoulder lovingly. but marten did not stay quiet, he had something on his mind. "mama?" he asked, his voice unwavering. marten did not get nervous often, never mind if he was silently afraid.