Badgers are the Devil. AKA- Where The Hell Am I?

Bast, who had been raised with multiple litters of children, immediately pulled an exaggerated face back at the kid. Wiggling her ears for good measure. He laughed softly as she pulled it off and aptly described it. “It does indeed” He agreed easily, watching her twirl it on her paw. “It looks like a helmet, I bet it would shine quite nicely if someone cleaned off the rust and mud” He added thoughtfully.

He took it when it was offered, looking it over and giving it a few sharp taps, dislodging some of the dirt. “It would need a few dents worked out of it as well, perhaps some ear holes cut in…” He grinned, and handed it back to the pup. By now, the scent of her pack had well reached him. “You're pretty far from home, aren’t you?”

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