A/N: A drabble I wrote for tumblr. Basically just a bite-size bit of fluff, featuring a Max and Iggy team-up.

Max crouched at the door in the roof of the E-shaped house, listening for anybody inside. The bundle in her arms was still squirming, shaken after the short flight back from the nearby creek. Max knew the animal wouldn't like the flight, but what was she supposed to do? Leave it to be eaten by the wolves?

Not hearing any activity, she carefully dropped into the living room. Fang and Nudge were still at the creek — Fang had given her a look when she insisted on saving the animal, but Max was sure Jeb would never find out — and Gazzy and Angel were lying down for a nap. Jeb was occupied with Iggy, teaching him the recipe for a pie or something. Either way, Max only had to get the animal to her room before—

"Max?"

She paused, halfway down the hallway, and tucked the squirming animal behind her back. "Yeah? Hey! What's up?"

Iggy cocked an eyebrow. "Watcha got there?"

Max blushed, and thanked the heavens Iggy couldn't see it. "Hm? Nothing."

"You're a terrible liar."

She sighed, pulling out the opossum and petting its head to calm it down a little. "It's hurt. I just need to keep it for a few days, and then I'll take it back to the creek."

Iggy reached a hand out. "What is it?"

Max bit her lip. "A, uh. A cat. And I think it's a baby."

"Here, let me see."

Max hesitated. "It's kind of squirmy. Be careful."

It was Iggy's turn to pull back. "It's not going to bite me, is it?"

"Uh—"

She was saved from answering when Jeb walked around the corner. "Iggy, I found the pie pans so we can—" he looked up from the aluminum in his hands. "Oh, Max. How was your flight?"

The opossum was, of course, under her jacket. "Good. It's windy today, so Fang and I helped Nudge figure out how to navigate the drafts."

"Good, good. Are they here, too?"

"Ah, no. They're at the creek."

He furrowed his brow. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah." Her voice came out in a higher pitch than normal. Oops. "Everyone's fine. Great." She offered Jeb a half-smile.

Jeb looked between Max and Iggy with a hint of suspicion. "Iggy?"

"She was just telling me about the wind. Apparently she ran into one of the cliffs."

Max shot him a quick glare. Iggy continued, smirking. "Fang had to help her untangle her hair from one of the trees."

"Maybe it's time for a haircut."

"Yeah," she said. Somebody's getting cut.

They stood awkwardly for another few moments, Max resisting the urge to rock back and forth on her heels only because too much movement may cause the opossum to sink its tiny claws into her flesh again. Finally, Jeb gave up his scrutinizing gaze and held the pie pan in his hands up. "Come on, Iggy. The dough should be chilled enough by now."

When Jeb had rounded the corner out of sight, Iggy held up his fist, and Max grinned and bumped fists with him.

"And Max, no animals in the house."