Firefly Glen going-to-the-sun road

Osiris was up-wind from Atlas, crouching over the muskrat he'd only just discovered. The body reeked of badger, and the scent was recent, too—not more than a day old. With the smell in his nose, he lifted his head and expectantly looked around, as if he were anticipating finding the culprit so quickly. Osiris was tense as he observed, his ears erect, and his nape-hairs quill-like; he was ready to kill if it were necessary. 

He detected nothing suspicious in his immediate surroundings, which was troubling, given their issues with badgers in the past.