Bearclaw Valley husha - husha

"Ohhh," The little boy groaned piteously as he wandered, "Ohhh I don't like this." He complained to nobody in particular, as he tried to find a path through this uncharted valley. Every twist and turn brought him up against something new, and Posie didn't like new things. He wasn't like his siblings - true blood or adoptive - and so when he caught new scents of creatures, or found himself standing beneath giant foreign trees, he could only gasp and cower. 

That was precisely his method for dealing with these brand new, strange things. It was not the ideal way to.. Well, deal, but the boy wasn't exactly well-adjusted. "What is that smell?" He proclaimed (probably a little bit too loud), as he sniffed and snuffed at a great big hole in the ground. It seemed to go on forever and ever - snaking beneath a collection of thick roots. The smell was acidic, but at the same time very musty, like a bathroom that needed to be cleaned but hadn't been aired out for weeks. It was a very bad smell, and made his nose crinkle. With a pout and a tiny whine of dismay, Posie chose to take his face out of this strange hole and abandon it entirely - but when he did that and was standing astride the roots, he thought he heard something. A hissing, or a very low, very deep growl - so he looked down between his legs, where the hole sat undisturbed, and saw a set of bright beady eyes staring up at him - and then the badger gave a roar, like a mighty dragon, and Posie shrieked in terror. He fell backwards in his surprise, and rolled off of the tree's roots, to land on his back with his legs flailing.