I’m gonna be fearless

The poisoned hare had been the first instance where Sedna had questioned whether the mid-moult snowshoe was actually supernatural or whether her mother just knew they ate the nightshade over their burrow and told the stories calling the critters sacred to keep her own pack from falling prey to the unintended danger. Sedna was quickly pulled from her reminiscing by Sirius’s answer to her question. That there was someone that went around collecting animals to sell off as companions was slightly mind-boggling, but she supposed it made sense.

The mention of thumbs bought to mind images of strange, flat-faced primates, and her nose wrinkled nervously. No, she really didn’t want one of those things... but what about animals from home? She’d seen raccoons picking up things with their funny feet, and they seemed to get into everything... skunks too, though she wasn’t sure either of those would necessarily be considered fierce... And then she remembered being very small, and very cornered by a hissing, growly beady-eyed beast that had a white head that seemed to hang suspended in the dark... and those teeth! Her eyes lit up. "What about a possum?"

"speech".