The badger stared at him a moment before replying, “Yes.” Then, without another word, she easily hefted the more than two-hundred-pound cat onto the back of her neck like she was putting on a stole, and returned to the streets run by bears. They all watched her go. In silence. She wasn’t running. She wasn’t fearful. She was just . . . a honey badger with a live but unconscious cat around her neck. Glad the drama was over, Imani looked at the bears and ordered, “Mind getting your walking bear rugs off my territory?”
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