(Ah... go snakestrike..)
Fawnpaw
I scrambled backwards, eyes wide. It wouldn't attack unless I provoked it, right? And it wasn't the right time for her to have cubs. I cringed, wishing I'd paid more attention. The badger started to walk forwards inquisatively, and stretched out it's nose. I instinctively lashed out, and it roared in pain and charged.








