5 Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight

Gossamer joined in as her sister growled. She tried to growl too, as low and scary as she could, just like her dad! The possum hissed in response and started to waddle lazily away. That wasn't quite the fearful response she was wanting. It should be terrified to ever step foot in Armada again! As her sister darted forward for the possum's butt so did Gossamer and this time she bit down hard, sabers breaking skin. Some weird sound erupted from the possum and it bolted forward, spinning around and glaring at the pups. It had dropped the scrap of food and now puffed up even larger. It seemed torn between fighting the pups, just leaving or maybe playing dead and seeing if they just went away. Gossamer spied the scrap of food and she darted forward, catching it in her jaws and then bounding back toward her sister. She was pretty sure she could out run that fat rat thing any day!