Whitefish River rude awakening

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Rolled a bunch of dice in the Tabletop channel and got: high risk badger fight!!

The riverside had been appealing to him before, and it should not have surprised him that someone else saw the value and took it as a claim. It didn't have the same interest to Firefly now that someone else's scent was all over it - but he could at least trace some of the paths with certainty, cutting his exploration time down considerably. As he roamed he wondered if this space was where he'd always been destined to live, or... Maybe he was overthinking things. That wasn't like him.

The task of hunting down every cache was at the forefront of his mind. Learning the layout of the terrain would come naturally, and Firefly had lived in enough places now that he didn't worry for the sake of worrying. He found a few of the caches pretty easily and made sure to drop and roll in the scent collected there, gathering the scents of the other residents upon his coat in the process. When he moved on to another cluster of - what appeared to be - freshly tilled dirt, he was hit by a wave of otherness.

The scent was musky like a fox, and so that's what Firefly focused on. He began to investigate a patch of bramble where the smell was thickest, but he'd only just ducked around the hedge when a shrill scream hit his ears; he saw teeth and a flash of bristling two-toned fur, and felt something lunge from the undergrowth for his investigative snout.