Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

The blue-nosed wolf had eaten many critters, from those cloaked in feathers, to the ones dressed in scales and fur, and even some of the ones that fit into none of those categories; but the one his friend named was not among that list, which caused him to stop and consider. He lifted his nose, taking in the scent that Kero had identified. "Opossum," he murmured, then he turned his head and grinned broadly as his tail kicked into an enthusiastic rhythm. "Oh yes lets! I've never tried opossum!"

He had scarcely even seen the nocturnal creatures, but their reputation of playing dead, along with the idiom inspired by them, was not unknown to him. He secretly hoped that if they found one, it put on its very best display of being dead just for the white wolf's entertainment. He lifted a paw, eager to follow his fiery friend in this hunt.