Redhawk Caldera it doesn't care about being stung by bees

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From a distance, she looked like a slender shadow loping across the snowy plain, kicking up a a swath of sparkling white dust in her wake. Upon closer inspection, Honey Badger was larger than she initially appeared; her peculiar markings seemed to blend in perfectly with her backdrop. She weighed perhaps fifty pounds, making her large for her subspecies. She looked like a fighter, with her lean, muscular frame, her permanently prickled fur and the dead snake dangling from her mouth, its limp length whipping back and forth with every step.

She stopped and dropped her prey, a rattlesnake she had wrested from its winter's nest. Honey Badger quickly demolished her kill, then sprang back into action. She loped in the direction of a squat mountain in the distance. As she closed in on it, the yearling detected the scent of wolves. Brazenly, she ignored these warning flags and traipsed boldly along the borderlines. Her yellow eyes shifted, scouring the nearby slopes. She hoped someone would come after her; she was spoiling for a fight after the serpent had proved to be no more fun than a limp dick.