Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

The "badger" seemed prepared to turn and leave them, but then Dragomir was assaulted by the most pungent, potent stench he'd ever experienced. His eyes watered immediately and like Phox, he had to fall back and lift a leg to scrub futilely at his face. Ugh! he exclaimed, retching. What the hell! What kind of godforsaken creature was equipped with the ability to spray Essence du Flatulence from their ass? Certainly not a badger, Dragomir realized.

Phox supplied the name but Dragomir was too busy trying not to hurl to ask any questions about it. The badger hunt was a forgotten venture; now all he wanted was to get that disgusting scent off his fur and the taste out of his mouth. Water, he choked. Is there water near here? Too bad for them it took a lot more than a dunk in the river to chase that stank out.