Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

The weasel tore away from its hiding spot and Rev missed it, but so did Jubilee even though her mind shot a wicked, 'useless piece of --' but her snapping snout came close to the critter's retreating tail and missed entirely. She, flustered, made a bestial noise as she skid upon the rocks and rebounded for Revolver's position.

Then, when he prompted her with a look, she took one glance at that nasty ass possum and her brows raised. Ah hell no, man. You can have that. That's all you, boo. Like hell if she was going to touch that thing, no matter how hungry she thought she was. Keep your stamina up, baby, hmm? she smirked at him with a sardonic little expression that turned sour fast, and then turned again to prepare for departure.