Editing Snowdrop (section)

===Before===
Started out as a normal baby opossum with a mother and siblings. Her mother eventually stopped giving milk however and the too-young opossum was forced to fend for herself.<ref name="abandoned-snowdrop" /> Verona, [[Glamour]]ed in the form of a cat, sniffed her out, and took her home for use in the [[Forest Ribbon Trail]] ritual.<ref>🟂<br><br>Every movement was careful. Each foot had to be set down with care, to avoid tipping over.<br><br>She’d eaten and she was hungry. When she’d eaten, her stomach had hurt, and she’d squirted out the contents. After, she’d been tired, hungry, thirsty, and felt mixed-together emptiness with feeling stopped up, in her middle.<br><br>Now, even though it wasn’t that cold out, she was trembling.<br><br>She nosed at some grass, then chewed on it, prying at it with sharp teeth, tugging it free. She couldn’t taste anything rich in it, there wasn’t a lot to it, but it was right there for the taking and it felt like an answer to the gnawing emptiness in her middle.<br><br>What she really wanted, though, the balm to all things, was her mama. Her mama was warm. Her mama provided food that didn’t hurt her stomach, rich and filling, quenching hunger and thirst both. Her mama would make the world feel less open and empty. Her mama would protect her.<br><br>She shivered, huddling into a crevice, and her mouth opened and closed as she chewed at grass.<br><br>The shadow slipped close with barely a sound. When eyes focused on her, they were close together.<br><br>She knew from her very limited experience that eyes being close together meant predator. It meant hunter. She’d run into a few things, things that moved and smelled different than mama or than her brothers and sisters. Some took to the air, others moved along the ground. Others scampered up trees.<br><br>The scary ones had always had eyes like this.<br><br>She hissed as it drew closer, her heart pounding enough she thought she could faint.<br><br>The shadow nuzzled at her, found the back of her neck, and picked her up by the scruff. She didn’t fight it. She was too tired.<br><br>The shadow moved her to a shoulder, and she held on, feeling the warmth of her.<br><br>She was so grateful for that warmth, even as the rest of her was tired and very close to being done.<br><br>She nuzzled in close and accepted whatever was to follow.<br><br>🟂 - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2020/09/22 Excerpt] from [[Leaving a Mark 4.10]]</ref> While still an animal she was uncommonly cooperative during the opening phases of the [[Forest Ribbon Trail]] ritual.<ref>They rearranged a bit of furniture, then broke out the ribbon Avery had brought.<br><br>Avery and Lucy worked together to reel it out and wind it around, passing it to one another to get it around table legs and bring it around to Verona, who was lifting the critter out of the box.<br><br>It wasn’t a ''baby'', but it remained small. Lucy tried to be gentle as she wrapped its limbs, then continued holding it as Verona and Avery handled more of the ribbon, bringing it to the curtain rod, down to the side of the bookshelf then back around to the possum baby. Lucy held it cupped in two hands, two limbs bound, and it seemed strangely okay with the treatment. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2020/07/04 Excerpt] from [[Stolen Away 2.8]]</ref>