Oliver had never before felt in such high spirits- he was in a pack! Granted, he hadn't quite formally met anyone yet, simply nodding hello at those who smelled as the pack should. He wanted to meet them, but he had work to do. In order to impress his new leader, Triell, Oliver was hard at work making a stockpile of herbs and medicinal plants.
He had only stayed within the woods the pack occupied- not daring to ever go in to the Umbra Copse, or travel northward, in fear of meeting her again. So while he had quite a few plants to store for the use of wounds and such, he didn't have all that he could. Therefore, Oliver had decided- for the sake of doing above and beyond what was expected of him- that he was going to explore the red hills east of the pack den. And to do that, he was going to have to store the plants he did find in a safe, dry spot.
He picked an area not to far away from the den, but certainly far enough that Triell's youngsters wouldn't get into the herbs and die from over-consumption. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for a tragedy like that. The only problem was, the hole he wanted to expand and turn into a herb-storage was occupied- by a badger.
Which left Oliver two choices- dig a completely new hole somewhere else, which would be time consuming and probably wear out his paws, or face off with the badger. Neither were very tempting. Snorting in frustration, Oliver sat on his haunches, thinking- How in the world am I supposed to get rid of a badger?