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"Ah yes, she's been a handful ever since I bonded her to me. Rarely does as I want, but she has a good heart. And she's saved my life a few times as well. I know she'd never desert me or anything of the sort. I'd not trade her for anything."
Mathilda watches her opposite, a slim young female, with a mix of jealousy and superiority. She's so naive, and weak, and inexperienced.. what a flimsy little thing. I wonder why I'm not as trim as I used to be...
"And are they easy to care for? I mean, do you have to feed them?" the other asks, timid but curious.
"Oh no, that's the beauty. They can take really good care of themselves, and even better, she brings ME food on occasion. Though I've not been able to train her properly for that. She tends to think she has to throw the treats into a pond or hide or bury them, which means I have to get them out. I've no idea who put that notion into her head."
"Really?"" the other murmurs. "How odd. Do you think she wants to mock you?"
"My Annie? Never. I think it's some misguided idea that she is doing me a favor by it. I'm afraid I've messed up her training early. Or maybe it's because she was already nearly grown when I got her. I really don't know her early history."
Mathilda bites at an itch in her left forepaw, delicately. There is a soft click of sharp claws as she replaces her foot on the rocky ground.
"Of course," she continues, "recently I've been able to breed her to that nice male. He's a 'bard' - that's name for a two-legs with a nice voice and pockets full of treats. I have hopes for their young, she lets me hande and care for them freely, and they are still in their formative phase."
"I see... ", the other badger muses. "Do you think I might get one off you when they're old enough to be away from their mother? I've always wanted a druid companion..."
Mathilda watches her opposite, a slim young female, with a mix of jealousy and superiority. She's so naive, and weak, and inexperienced.. what a flimsy little thing. I wonder why I'm not as trim as I used to be...
"And are they easy to care for? I mean, do you have to feed them?" the other asks, timid but curious.
"Oh no, that's the beauty. They can take really good care of themselves, and even better, she brings ME food on occasion. Though I've not been able to train her properly for that. She tends to think she has to throw the treats into a pond or hide or bury them, which means I have to get them out. I've no idea who put that notion into her head."
"Really?"" the other murmurs. "How odd. Do you think she wants to mock you?"
"My Annie? Never. I think it's some misguided idea that she is doing me a favor by it. I'm afraid I've messed up her training early. Or maybe it's because she was already nearly grown when I got her. I really don't know her early history."
Mathilda bites at an itch in her left forepaw, delicately. There is a soft click of sharp claws as she replaces her foot on the rocky ground.
"Of course," she continues, "recently I've been able to breed her to that nice male. He's a 'bard' - that's name for a two-legs with a nice voice and pockets full of treats. I have hopes for their young, she lets me hande and care for them freely, and they are still in their formative phase."
"I see... ", the other badger muses. "Do you think I might get one off you when they're old enough to be away from their mother? I've always wanted a druid companion..."