now, if we just imagine the wolverine is the honey badger...
@Ice <3
Dusk was falling, the red sky of sunset bleeding into purple as night began to wash across the horizon. Ava had spent nearly the entire day roving the treacherous passes and yet she found herself no less enamored with Sierra Hills than she had been from the start. Even as the light was failing the stone refused to be diminished, the vibrant red rock unhindered by shadows, no less noticeable in the absence of sunlight. For certain she'd never been anywhere like it, and never thought something like this might even exist. It delighted her the way a pup's own tail could do for them; not much variety, and yet she was endlessly entertained by the red stone paths that snaked through the plant-free range. But she could not stay much longer with her four at home, and so she decided, veering right up the rise and snaking through a small space in between some protrusions, that this would be her last adventure for the day.
It would be entirely unlike Ava to end her day with anything less than excitement, much the same way it was unlike luck to guide her to a path without obstacles. With a little extra effort her dark legs carried her on to a higher shelf of stone, where she could see an easy path down the side and into the thick forest. All she needed to brave was the drop, and something dark and furry in the pit. For a moment the she-wolf faltered, amber eyes flickering. A badger? Even before her leathery pads touched the ground and the animal turned around to face her Ava realized her first guess might have been too optimistic. The grey-patterned creature lurched forward as he locked eyes with the wolf, glaring from beneath a black mask with as much wolverine outrage as he could. She'd never understand why they were so foul tempered, but just as well she found her own fire warmed quite graciously by the foe as he leaned forward and scraped the ground with his claws.
Him, warn her off? Her blood ran redder than dust that coated the rock surface, her nose wrinkling as she bared her teeth with a vicious delight. It had been some time since she'd let a little exhaust out her pipes, hadn't it? So much of the winter she'd spent in depression, and all through her pregnancy she'd been pumped full of love. But without her lust for a little fresh fury, Ava would be lost. And that was something she would not allow - not ever again. Muscles brimming with an excited tension the she-wolf roared a snarl the size of the mountain and advanced on her adversary, more than pleased to show the overgrown weasel who was really Queen of the Hill.