Ember's Cinder Glow

Ember was hit by a car as a young adult, an American badger with a fractured pelvis that healed but left her with a limp. She couldn't dig or hunt at full capacity. We gave her an enclosure with deep, soft soil. She'd spend hours excavating, creating elaborate burrow systems that we'd have to periodically fill in for safety. She had a characteristic white stripe down her face and a surprisingly grizzled, beautiful coat. The badger pen is oddly flat now, missing the mounds of fresh dirt, the sight of her low-slung, powerful body emerging from a hole, and her gruff snorts and growls.