Neverwinter Forest if only the word madness would come and root back and grip on my breath

Grezig had caught the scent as well, but she wrinkled her nose at it. “Badger,” she breathed, barely speaking so as not to bring their presence to the creature’s attention. “We can take it, but be careful.” With that, she bent her head low and continued following the scent until she found a den dug into a low hill nearby. If it was in there, they’d have a hard time getting it out because it would just curl itself into the farthest wall of its den and be out of their reach. They’d end up having to dig for it. Unless they could provoke it, somehow.