Bearclaw Valley husha - husha

The badger hadn't chased after him, but in his current situation Posie couldn't have known that. He struggled to return to his feet (mostly because the more he struggled, the harder it was to get up; but with his belly exposed he didn't know what to do). He managed to roll on to one side, and then was about to get up - but there was a crashing noise, and some growling, so he flinched and squatted as low to the ground as he could. Was it another badger? It sounded bigger, and meaner. And then a faint nasty smell (worse than the badger's den) filled the air. Posie didn't know that it was the smell of blood. And had he seen any blood, he might very well have fainted on the spot, the poor lad. Everything was over very quickly. The badger fled, leaving Primrose in the care of... Whatever, whoever his rescuer was.

He got up and moseyed towards the roots. When his head popped over-top of them (his ears slicked back at first, then erect and pivoting towards the den as if expecting something), he saw the pale wolf. She didn't seem that mean at all - her voice was sweet, even though the words themselves were a bit defensive. Posie shook his head and recoiled a step initially, but then put his own words behind the action. "No! No I don't think I'm looking for anything. I was just walking." But maybe walking around without paying attention was a bad thing to do? Clearly he was an accident prone little guy, drawing the attention of all sorts of things to him. Hawks, badgers, probably a bear or two at some point - how was he still alive? "I'm just a little hungry. But I.. I can go! I didn't mean to break any rules."

Posie pouted at first, but then seemed to grow bold with enthusiasm, and his voice carried over the tree roots - although he was hidden behind them now, having withdrawn. "Thank you for saving me from that thing."