Stone Circle It's a Hole.

the yearling listened as arlette spouted out word after word -- she seemed nice, he'd decided that a long time ago, but marten wondered if he talked as much as she did. so far, it didn't seem like it, as he fell silent under her rambling. his main response was a warm smile and a few nods of his head. he held back the belief that he was actually just as serious as half the other adults here... it was a fair assumption, though. the youth was supposed to be spritely and chirpy. 

to her comment about bearclaw, a wisp of a frown graced marten's features. i don't really want to visit the valley, he admitted rather quickly, once she gave him time to speak, but i'll explore anywhere else! except, well, maybe not the hollow, either, laurel and indra didn't seem to fond of that place... or the man who led it, but marten couldn't blame them. he'd turned them away.  his tail waved as he tried to match the bright energy she was emitting, smile returning to his face.