Slowly, Visla turned to the Ninth Child. She stared at him.
That's right.
It was his fault. It was his fault that she was a badger instead of a bear.
If she hadn't been fighting him, she wouldn't have transformed. If she hadn't transformed, the badger spirit wouldn't have taken over and turned her into a badger instead of a bear. She wouldn't have lost her pride if not for the Ninth Child.
There was nothing wrong with badgers, especially honey badgers. They even had a cute name. But compared to bears…
There was no comparison.
Visla had lived thinking she was a bear and wanting to be one.
Naturally, when she transformed into a badger instead, she was enraged.
A disproportionate amount of rage filled her small body as she started moving toward the Ninth Child, leaving her armor and items behind her like a snake shading its skin. She walked slowly at first, but her speed increased with each step she took. She scrambled toward the Ninth Child like a lizard over hot coal.
