5 Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight

Gossamer's ears flicked back as she spied her sister Ophelia. The smaller girl raced over join her fanged sister and frizzed up immediately at seeing the possum. She asked what it was and Gossamer shrugged. "I don't know. I think its a giant rat. Anyway, it's stealing our scraps! It shouldn't be stealing from the Armada." Ophelia suddenly launched herself forward to attack and Gossamer joined in. As her sister moved to swat it in the face Gossamer nipped it in the butt. The possum hissed and puffed up. "Go away!" She yipped at the possum. She didn't know if it could understand her. It seemed that only a few non-wolves could speak the common tongue of wolves and considering the blank look the creature was giving her she assumed it had no idea what she was saying. Either way it didn't seem overly bothered by the pups.