Phoenix Maplewood can't touch this

Now. That worked well enough for her, a fierce fire setting aflame in her heart. While she was a counselor, she was still an Amazon through and through and she had ever kept her warrior origins there, even in the shadow of all other aspects of her personality. A battle with a badger would serve to let her stretch and flex those muscles, a nice chance to ground herself again and remind the girl of how much she enjoyed the thrill of the fight.

She was silent as she padded next to her sister, nodding as an acknowledgement to her plan. It was concise and left little to be desired; the end goal was to kill the creature and that was all she needed to know. She paused for a moment, scuffing her toes in the dirt to mask their brightness before moving beyond her sister to disappear in the darkness of the badger's den.

Her ears twitched at the soft sounds of their target moving around in its abode, perhaps unaware of its intruders. Even if it was, they would need to strike fast, for to prolong the fight meant only more danger for the wolves.