To Touch and Know
The snow rabbit nodded to the marmot. and antioch nodded back, sighing, standing. and, lingering, he looked to talkeetna, before padding toward the door, which swished open.
Drunken Lullabies
Evan responded by snagging a bottle of captain marmot from the display, gingerly setting it on the bar, then slamming his head down on the bar counter, the nearby bowl of peanuts jumping up a little.
Prologue: Suck, Trick or Treat 2, Historical Halloween
A thickset marmot grabbed at the doctor's uniform as they passed. "i watched a snail, crawl along the edge of a straight razor." "cut it out private kurrs." the pair kept moving. "lots, yes. what did you have for me, minh?"
Splintered Light, Chapter 5.4: Point of View
Calus len's vision was overcome by blackness, blotting out the sight of a surprised doelichian marmot standing paralyzed with the discharged weapon still in paw.
Welcomed
A marmot. a regular rabbit. a butterfly? "this is captain talkeetna ... of the star-ship reverie. snow rabbit ship?" "yes. greetings. would you like some help?"
Tower of Troubles: Bats and Belfries
The organ started to play, the marmots hands flying over the keys as the clock wound forward to strike noon.
A Soldiers Story 2 - Measure of a Man
The marmot falling backwards on the floor, dropping his rifle, his free paw moving to clutch at the oozing bullet hole on his shoulder.
Splintered Light, Chapter 4.4: Farewells and Salutations
The final question he was asked was from one of the lift crew, a young marmot named benny. it was also the first time it had come up. "what's the new captain like?" it was both the hardest and easiest to answer. "he's a good man."
Splintered Light, Chapter 7.2: It's All In The Cards
Ftiz had worn... with the marmot's head still inside. rather than accepting it, alistair simply held a paw out, palm toward the fox. "see to it that the reverend gets the-- ah... remains, thank you." the fox nodded. "aye, sir."
Attention, Please
"your marmot's fine." the mouse's eyes widened. "what'd you do to him?" "i didn't do anything," was the response. quinn was starting to get nervous, now. damn mouse asked too many questions. and he wouldn't go away!
I Surrender All
Squirrels and marmots and such, like talkeetna and antioch? they handle it better. but mouses and pikas? and the rest of us?" a shake of the head. "it's with us constantly.
The Changing Face of Evil
They're trying to draw us and ... " " ... the chignik and the prudhoe," the hoary marmot finished, nodding, squeaking, "out of position. yes. yes, i see it." his solid form looked disheveled. his pelt.