Pity twinged in Sage's heart, but before she had time to offer a sympathetic phrase towards the badger, the storm interrupted their conversation. Annoyance prickled in her pelt - the weather had quite a reputation for exploding during the worse times. She glanced at the pup, wondering if it really could walk or not. Deciding not to take any chances, she murmured an apology before gently closing her mouth over its scruff, picking it up and quickly walking towards the house that the badger had pointed out. Gently setting the canine on its feet once she felt the firm, wooden boards of the porch underneath her paws, she slightly tilted her head inquiringly at the badger, who was touching the door uncertainly.
"Here," Sage blurted out, dashing forward and leaping up confidently to catch the doorknob with her mouth. She reached it and twisted it sharply, but it wouldn't budge. Confusion rippled through her, and she yanked at it harder, but it refused to open. She dropped back onto her paws and shot a glance at the badger. A part of her hoped the creature would know what was going on, but seeing that she was unable to open the door a few seconds ago, Sage assumed the badger wouldn't know much about the stubborn doorknob now. "I think we'll have to find another way in," she sighed, racing off the porch and running around the house while scanning for any signs of another entrance. She finally spotted another door similar to the one in the front, and she easily opened it.
Her nails clicked against the tiled floor, and Sage stopped as she recognized a familiar, white block with food scents flooding out of it. Resisting the temptation to see if she could open it again, she went to the front door and stared up at it, wondering what was wrong with it. "There's a back door around the house!" she barked to the badger, scratching at the door. "I left it open."