Kintla Flatlands it's chasing a jackal

I'm sure she would be chopped liver at this point but we'll have to suspend belief! Come at me, @Summer. ;)

Nobody could make Honey Badger bleed her own blood. She chose to willfully ignore the consecutive confrontations over the past several days, in which she had certainly bled at the hands of her enemies. Whether she had won or lost those fights in reality, she considered herself the victor. Her heart was still beating and, even after all that, it thirsted for more violence. Perhaps she had been exposed to too much testosterone in utero or she was simply a product of her harsh environment. In any case, she thought of herself as a total badass and she had yet to be proven wrong, in her opinion.

The two-toned yearling veritably swaggered as she trotted northwest, sticking to the shadows of the mountain range on her right. For a while, she didn't come across any more packs. She did cross paths with an American badger sow. She either didn't know or didn't care that she shared a name with the beast. Honey Badger executed her promptly, devoured what she could and then rolled in the leftovers. She then continued forth, smeared in blood and gore like a true warrior.