Tails From Arkland #2 A Dragon's Tale
The marmot yelled. "this is important. this trip is supposed to determine your future career." fat chance of that. the young dragon thought through slitted eyes enjoying the warmth as he ignored the marmot.
Faith in the Family CH 23
Should thomas try to warn the marmot so he could go to the authorities? was there such a thing as the magic police? if the marmot went to them, what could he tell them about thomas?
Leave
"morning," the flustered marmot said without looking. she was moving through the office purposefully, eyes fixed forwards. "you alright?" "n-yeah," she corrected at the last moment. "just fine." she didn't linger. she had to get to mr.
Migratory Birds- Chapter 15- Airship
Sometimes he looked towards the door where the marmot woman had disappeared. he could hear the agitated whispering of the customers in the bar.
Easing Into It
I just ... wanted to ask you," the marmot said, suddenly shy, "wanted to see if you, uh, wanted to wrestle tomorrow?" marmots loved to tussle and wrestle. it was a way of displaying friendly affection. a bonding ritual.
Doxology
I see that you are," the marmot whispered. "assuredly more okay than i am." a singular whisker-twitch, and he picked up his own, bushy tail in his paws, not quite knowing what to do with it. so he let it go.
Yellowknife
Uhn," the marmot grunt-squeaked, as he pulled. humped. pulled. humped. a motion of utter simplicity, utter design! a simple friction was all it took. a mutual stimulation.
Louder Kinds of Quiet
"so, wrestling is a ... marmot bonding exercise?" "according to the computer's species database: 'hoary marmots often wrestle with each other for hours. they will also stand on their foot-paws and push at each other with their paws.'
Migratory Birds- Chapter 12- Waitress
Near the café they met ama, the big marmot was as cheerful as usual, greeting them enthusiastically. dealine returned the greeting, but jiddy did not even seem to notice the marmot.
In From the Sad Day Out
"we will," the marmot assured. and, again, he nibbled on her. and, again, a soft, little sound. "do that," she whispered, "again." "do ... " " ... that whistle-sound. i like it when you ... " marmot-whistle.
Light Drizzle
The marmot called up, craning his neck. he let out a worried sigh. "darling," he pleaded, his muzzle scrunching up. "come down ... you're gonna slip and ... " " ...
Incorrigible Through and Through
I like all kinds of ladies mate, but she got to be as big around as a bloated marmot. she became more interested in stuffing her face than in getting stuffed. i left her to her own devices, i did. i doubt she lost her weight until she were dead broke."