The vixen struggled on and on through the violent rain and thunder, agreeing with her for the mistake she made letting that beautiful fox go. Her father would probably be still alive and her older brother would probably still be able to adapt with their relationship. The baby she was carrying inside her made her journey all the harder but it was to come to life tonight and it will come to life tonight.
She journey to wards a hill and in the distance led by an old, battered road stood a wide, ghastly looking building. She looked at the sign; Mr. H. Mudway's Shelter for Predators. She had to accept that she was a savage predator for what she did. She only hoped her child would be the opposite. She looked at the locket around her neck and held it to her face so she could read it; To Kimberly, with unconditional love; Nicholas Wilde. She opened it to find nothing more than an image of herself in a bikini and her former love in green, Hawaiian trunks. The memory flooded back to her when the sun rested on them, warming them while their love lasted. But the stormy night at present signified how savagely it had drained.
She was just about to keep on towards the path to the orphanage, but collapsed.
Two security ox's took notice of the sillouhette on their cameras and rushed down to the scene to investigate the situation.
They lifted with no question and rushed her to the doors, Mr. Mudway the hippo and his wife watching the chaos of her being rushed into the hospital ward.
Two hours later, the cub entered the word of Zootopia, but his mother was due to depart.
"What is it?" she asked weakly.
"Boy I'm guessing," responded the matron was an old, beaver whose stripes were fading. She was placing the wailing baby into a cot.
"Let me see him," whispered the mother. "I will die. It's only a matter of time."
"Matter time for all of us," said the beaver dryly. She picked up the baby from the cot, handed it to the mother and looked at him for the first time.
A beautiful cub she laid her eyes on. He stopped crying; he was sleeping peacefully and would hiccup every now and then. The vixen kissed her treasure.
She looked up at the matron and give her the locket.
"Find a way to contact Nicholas Wilde," she said faintly. "I was a fool to leave him. Ask him to bring him up for me. Please."
She could not wait for an answer, for her eyes closed slowly and forever.
"Dead," muttered the matron. She took one glimpse of the locket and pocketed it. She picked the baby up form his dead mother, placed him back in the cot and shrouded the vixen.
Mr. Mudway stormed in.
"Waited long enough," he grumbled. "So what's the result."
"The mother died, sir," replied the matron. "The baby lives."
"What's his name?"
"Unnamed," replied the matron. "She was spared some more life to name him in time. Chose to waste it."
"Typical," grumbled Mr. Mudway. "Very typical. So now it relies on me to name it. We normally name predators as their trait. Last one was Rage so we'll call him - Sly. Noah Sly."
"Clever name," said his wife who appeared by the door. "Not that he'd be grateful but that's predators for you."