Redtail Rise Battle of the Gods

not a healer. . .

'hhen—

her exasperated query is cut off, abruptly, at the quiet noise emitting from the den. she lowers herself, fur bristling, and after a few moments, sees a black and white visage slowly start to emerge.

a popping sound; farting, she thinks. too far away to smell the stink.

she's tempted to seize it now, but it's too close to its den, still. better to let the badger have some level of security out here, and let its guard down.

she rolls her eyes sideways, glancing at Masquerade.