Bramblepoint Bitter.

For @Lio!

Low and behold, Kaster gets into a fight with a badger and suprisingly wins, though not without a few scratches and bite marks to his muzzle -- the screechy little shit. If it would've minded its own damn business and not provoked the male into a fight, then Kast would've left it alone. Now the badger was his meal. Good riddance.

"Ugh, fuck--" still, how could the archer forget how horrid tasting these toothy vermin were? Skin was tough as nails and the nasty meat wasn't worth all the ripping and tearing in the first place. Well, it was not like winter was giving him much of a choice right now -- a filthy badger was the only thing he managed to come across,  really.

And so the chewing, tearing, and annoyed grunts continued while he scarfed down his meal and attempted to keep the bile building up in his throat from leaking out. Though the sound of foot steps crunching through the snow made him freeze and sharply turn towards the noise. 

It wasn't like Kaster knew who it was yet, but he already felt the urge to tell them to fuck off. He didn't feel like fighting over his food right now, despite how gross it was....