Solda was getting big. Not that he had any frame of reference how big he would get, but certain things were getting smaller. His siblings and Benji were still an unattainable height, but Häti... he thought he might get as tall as her one day. He could feel it in his bones...

But, at the very least, he'd gotten big enough to start exploring on his own. He usually didn't feel like it, because he could get enough attention at home from everyone, and into all sorts of mischief, but today, he set off with a goal in mind. He watched for a long time as his mothers and siblings brought home quarry of all sorts, and had gotten awful fixated on the idea. If his siblings could do it, so could he! He'd long outgrown tackling scorpions, after all. Solda wanted a real challenge.

Howevet, as he was trying to pick up a scent, he was promptly distracted by a voice. A stranger's voice. Solda's small eyes narrowed. A stranger? In their home? He didn't think so.

With surprising speed, the badger took off at a jog, tail raised, able to spot the trespasser thanks to a particularly big sand dune, which he struggled to stay atop of. Once he righted himself, Solda glared down at the man with as much ferocity as he could muster. A horrible, grating growl made its way from his throat, despite the stranger's obvious distress.

Who are you, and why are you so close to our home, stranger? He demanded, projecting his voice so he might be heard over the distance separating them.