Dragoncrest Cliffs they will have you convinced bullets are a full meal

When Arlo looks down at the badger, he doesn’t question that something relatively small could be such a pest. They had their own problem animals and he can only imagine why Wildfire wouldn’t want this thing near her den. He wrinkles his nose and brushes it off, shaking his head at the second attempt to clean his wounds. They sting but they aren’t enough to bother him anymore than they already are and he can clean them up later.

“There is always a fight for land, for our home and where we hunt,” he explains as if it is an ordinary and daily occurrence. He’s torn somewhere between missing it and feeling content, though without the endless conflict, he feels a little on edge. When will it happen and will they even be ready? Or have fallen into a pit that leaves them weakened? “A pack tried moving in to take our land. They were strong but they were not as prepared as they’d thought. Trigeda is much bigger and our alliance with a neighbor kept them from being forced out.” His lips purse but he licks his lips quickly to hide it. “I hadn’t been very old when it happened but I was still fighting, pretty torn up afterward.”