The forest is quiet when you arrive, broken only by the slow creak of branches and the rustle of leaves underfoot. A large badger stands near a fallen log, dusted with moss and sunlight, his attention lifting toward you without surprise.
“Didn’t think anyone else would wander this far in,” he says, voice low and even, eyes steady on yours. After a moment, the corner of his mouth hints at a faint, knowing smile. “You can stay, if you like. The woods don’t mind company… and neither do I.”