[color=salmon][h3]Nick Wilde[/h3][/color][hr]
He suppressed a grin at her reactions, paw-thumping, eye-rolling, blushing bunny. She was so adorable and fuzzy, and he couldn’t say that he didn’t have an arm around her for no reason other than emphasizing his great-team point. Alas, he probably wouldn’t be able to point it out to her. He scratched the top of her head a little bit more, and gave a quick warning glare to a couple of the other animals on the bus that were watching them. Foxes and bunnies were perfectly normal. 

“Yeah, Vector will do. You sure you’re just a bunny? That fox-clever right there.

He stroked the top of her head when she shivered, presumably at the thought of the- of “Vector”. He figured he knew what she was thinking of- innocent until proven guilty, but it’s a snake, so surely it’s guilty.

“Innocent until proven guilty, that’s right. Anyone can be anything- a fennec can be an elephant if he wants, and a sn- Vector could be a nice guy. We don’t know yet.”

Turning his head away from Judy, he stared out the windows at the passing outskirts of Zootopia. In front of them loomed one of the climate walls that kept the climates separate, growing larger and larger as the speedy train shot towards it like a bullet. 

Abruptly, he asked, somewhat hesitant, somewhat quietly, “What was it like? Coming here for the first time, I mean. Through most of the different districts for the first time, in a train like this one.”

He never had the wonder that comes from seeing Zootopia for the first time. He grew up in it; it was normal, bland, and dull, to him.