Skunks—giant or otherwise—are less literally prickly than porcupines, but just as problematic.
The spray from a surfeit of skunks appears relatively harmless. But it makes a party of fugitives remarkable easy to track—especially for the fork-tongued lizardfolk ranger who engineered the encounter in the first place.
A hermit in the badlands is rumored to be a prospector or a farmer. Actually, he’s a wizard/gunslinger in hiding. He lets a giant skunk have free rein in his modest garden, as the territorial beast makes for a loyal and crotchety alarm system.
The halfling cavaliers of Banderwood wear black-and-white striped livery to match their giant skunk mounts.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 3 247
Hey, so a friend of mine from back in the day put out her solo record last night, just in time for Record Store Day.
And another friend/former roommate/ex-coworker of mine put her on the second cover of his revamped rag.
Hey, did I mention Record Store Day? It’s tomorrow!