Nick Wilde
Nick Wilde sort of tossed the file on to the counter top, and signaled the raccoon barmaid behind for his ‘usual.’ The Sly Ones’ Den café was home to all sorts of smaller predators, and the occasional prey; a couple sheep sat in the corner, another fox sat alone, and a small group of ferrets and mongooses chatted over a plate of donuts.
He straightened his striped blue tie, over his still somewhat new police tunic- Judy insisted that he was wrong to call it a tunic, but he continued just to tease the little one, most of the time- and flipped open the file.
He recoiled almost immediately, just at the same time as the ‘coon lady returned with his hot chocolate (with sprinkles, whipped cream, a cherry, and chocolate shavings, not necessarily in that order). She scowled and him, and he was about to apologize for the coincidence, buts he turned away and walked to the other end, to serve a bunny who had just come in.
Speaking of which, he checked his watch. Judy should be here any minute now- she had a habit of being a little routine. Which brings him back to why he was here…
An image stared at him. More specifically, the hawk in the image was staring at him, rather coldly. Must’ve seen the traffic camera, and inspected it. The image of the avian wasn’t too big, and was paperclipped to a depressingly small amount of paper- but much more than what the ZPD had for the Wild Predators case.
He flipped through a grand total of six pages- detailing confirmed sightings, suspected contacts of the hawk, and another image- a reptilian this time. He felt his chest contract a little as he met the eyes of what he most definitely recognized to be a rattlesnake. A diamond back, from the looks of it- coiled around a pole sticking up from the flat roof of a building, staring down at whoever took the image.
It was odd, though. Both of them appeared to be easily sighted; they were both staring right at the source of the images, and weren’t seeming to make any moves to get out of the way. He didn’t know who they were or what they were doing in Zootopia, but there will be a loooot of nervous animals around here if words get out about them.
Absently sipping (and burning his tongue in the process (and eliciting a laugh from the waitress behind the counter)) his hot chocolate, and lapping up some of the chocolate-cherry-flavored whipped cream, he read through the various notes about the animals sighted and quite a few speculations about them. The first image was apparently a ‘chickenhawk’, or a red-tailed hawk, and the second image was definitely a Western Diamondback rattlesnake.
Leaning back a little, he took a deeper drink of his hot chocolate, now cooled to a manageable level. Perhaps he was presuming too much? Perhaps they were assuming to much? It wasn’t that long ago when most of the prey were ready to throw the predators out just for being predators. Why should mammals throw avians and reptilians out?
Oh that’s right. They tried to revolt, overthrow the government, and install the avian species as government and the reptilian species as law-enforcers. Their original plan was to have poisonous enforcers.
Right.
Mammals didn’t get along well with the poisonous ones and the ones who believe that flight equals superiority.
He swiveled in his seat as the bell above the entryway jingled; Officer Judy Hopps has arrived. He gave her a warm smile, and asked, “Oh hey, right on time. You clockwork or something?”