Jellicle cats

Magnus’s offer was a surprise, but waste not, want not, and she was sure there would be plenty of uses for what they could harvest from such a large predator. Breathlessly she nodded and Otis moved to unfasten the tiny blade from her tail and she took it between her jaws, pushing her nose to the opossums forehead in thanks. She turned to watch the more experienced wolf, head tilting attentively as he began to work. She wasn’t even sure if her blade would be needed this time, or if this would purely be demonstrative, but she wanted to be ready just in case it was paws on learning.

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