Feeling the light sprinkle of snow hitting his fur, Scott awoken in a state as if he had just passed out. When he opened his eyes up, his vision was blurred, but he could see the red and blue lights flashing of an emergency vehicle.

"Scott! Scott!" was the next thing he heard. The only thing was, it sounded drown out by the defying lack of sound. His eyes adjusted back to normal eventually, as he sat up and let out a moan.

"Goodness Gracious, what happened?" Scott finally uttered out as he gained more of his senses back. He started to feel pain coming from his mouth, his paws, and from his behind. He had no idea what had just happened. He turned to see his brother giving him a hug.

"Scott, I thought I lost you there for a moment!" his brother let out in a tear. "I came as soon as I heard you had gone savage."

"Savage? John, mammals just don't go savage, unless of course we're talking about the night howler incidents 6 months ago. How in the heck did I even go savage?"

"I'm afraid we found traces of night howler serum on you", said a familiar voice to his left. It was Judy Hopps, ZPD's first bunny cop, and the officer that cracked the night howler incidents in less than 48 hours. "We had to shoot you with a tranquilizer before we could give you the cure on the spot. You should be able to continue on with your day after 10 minutes."

"Wow", Scott said in amazement, "So that means I won't have to miss work?"

"Right you are, my good friend", said another familiar voice. Nick Wilde was Judy's partner. He was forced to help her solve the night howlers case, and as a result, joined the ZPD. Unlike Hopps, he had known Scott for some time before, as he usually sold a dozen "pawpsicles" every month beforehand.

"But I don't understand", Scott said in confusion, "Why would someone want to target me? I was just running my daily routine, like anyone else in Tundratown."

"That is something we are trying to figure out, too" Judy exclaimed in her question mode. "It's an even bigger mystery as to how there are more attacks like this. I though it ended when we got Bellweather behind bars."

"Maybe someone improvise, and got new ways of shooting the serum?" Scott added as a possible reason.

"Just maybe" Nick said. He turned to Judy and asked, "Do you think the attack was caught on the traffic cams?"

"Well, they are everywhere. Maybe we can also ask some businesses around here that have their own security footage to turn it in to us?" Judy suggested.

"Am I free to go, officers? I need to get going, as I only have 5 hours before work."

"I think you're go to go, bro" John said in a worrisome voice. "Just be safe, ok. I don't want to lose another member of the family."

"I'll be fine. Just can't wait for what my colleagues will ask me when I get to work."

"If you insist, Mr. Wild", Judy said in a calm concerned voice, "Then you're free to go. We'll give you a call if we need anything."

"Thank you, officers. See you later." After that, Scott was on his way back home. He had notice his tracksuit had been ripped up. He assume it happened when he went "savage", and thought of getting an appointment with the dry cleaners to get it fixed. He got home, and after changing into some of his work clothes, he decided to do a little research on the Internet. He found out more information about side effects that Night Howlers have on victims. He froze in fear as he read that some of them were able to hurt other mammals seriously. What would have happened if he hurt someone else. It would be the end of him.

He left his home around 2pm, to get to work on time. And just as he suspected, his colleagues were gathered around him, trying to get the account of the incident. He insisted that he knew very little of it, and to let the security footage speak for itself. He walked into the news studio, and got to work preparing for the weather forecast. He notice some storms brewing from the southwest, but didn't really think much of it. Storms always rolled in from that direction, and were usually thunderstorms at their most powerful.

Soon, he hears a "ahem", and looks up. It's Peter Moosebridge, who he has been developing a friendship with since he got there.

"So, I heard what happened in Tundratown today." Moosebridge said in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, I know. Everyone knows it by now", Scott said in a frustrated tone. "'The rookie weatherman at ZNN went savage after a night howler hit him in a crowded shopping area of Tundratown.' It was scary, and I thought I was going to die."

"Well, it wasn't so much as heard, but witness the event happen in front of me."

"Oh really, what did you see, Pete?"

"I was out doing my daily routine, just like you. I saw you sitting down enjoying breakfast, and I thought I'd come over and say hello to you. But you got up, and saw you felt the night howler hit you. You started to groan and growl. Everyone ran away as you went down on all fours, and started to attack the nearest thing. Luckily for you, there was an off duty cop that happen to have a tranquilizer, and took you out of action. After that, I just got out of there, not knowing if someone was going to get hit with the serum next."

"Dang. It could have been much worse. I'm glad I didn't hurt anyone. At least that can make me rest easier tonight."

"So, I know you just recovered from the incident, but you wouldn't mind us talking about it in tonight's new broadcast, would you?"

"I got no problems with it. Shoot, I'll joke about it when the weather segment comes on."

"I'm glad you're the type to recover so fast. I'll see you in an hour, got to go to news briefing."

"OK, see ya pal."

Peter proceeded to walk on out of the studio as Scott took a break. He got on the internet, and got curious as to if the incident has been put out there yet. He wasn't so much surprised as he found results, it was the quantity that threw him off. He saw videos shot in the food mart of him going crazy, people on forums talking about the incident, and even his inbox was filled with questions about the event.

Scott soon realized he was becoming the face of the new night howler attack, which was something he didn't want to be remembered by. His only hope was that it would soon die down, and let him live in peace. He closed it out, and soon decided to just sip on some soda he had next to him. He looked at a studio camera facing him, which had a TV screen mounted on it. On it, was a popular crime show by the name of CSI: Zootopia. They had just started to air episodes for its first season, and the episode on was based on the first night howler incident, which got his friends Judy and Nick so well liked and known in the first place.

He wondered who had a vendetta on him in the first place. Why would he be target in a similar fashion. Was it his role in society? Was it because it would get more coverage? He wondered for a long time before he noticed the news team coming for the broadcast. He started to prepare for it as he knew it was inevitable, and the program eventually started.

"Good Evening Zootopia. I am Fabienne Growley, with co-anchor Peter Moosebridge. Tonight's top story has effected one of our own. Our rookie weatherman, Scott Wild, became a victim in a new case of night howlers. This happened at around 9:30 this morning, as witnesses reported that he started to groan and growl. He hit all fours, and went into a savage behavior. Luckily for him, a police officer saw this unfold, and was able to tranquilize him before he got the cure. He is doing fine, and he will be on shortly with the weather."

Peter Moosebridge started to read the other news story: "In other news, CSI: Zootopia has been reported to be doing well with TV viewers, as the show has gotten a lot of support from CSI fans. The Zootopia version has been sponsored by the ZPD, as all information researched on cases have gone through ZPD archives. What makes the show really work, is that in a particular area of shooting film, the crew will hire extras on the street to fill up background characters to make it seem more realistic. Let's now head on over to weather with Scott Wild. Scott, hope your day has been going fine since this morning."

Scott took a subtle breath, and responded: "Yes, Pete, I actually don't remember much from this morning. Just the fact that I got hit, and my natural instincts took over. I'm very grateful to the officer who stopped me in time before I caused any serious damage. But enough about that, lets head on over the weather board. Temperatures are at normal levels within each district, however, it seems to be warming up a little bit more in Tundratown. On radar, we see that there are storms rolling into the Zootopia Metro, and we could expect rainfall that could reach up to 4 inches in height. Outside of Zootopia, there have been reports of an all-time record drought in the Outback region, as well as some flooding in the Tropical Islands region, but other than that, everything seems normal. We'll break on any weather related emergency when necessary. From the ZNN weather center, I'm Scott Wild, back to you, Fabienne."

Another successful evening of work, and Scott was on his way back home. As he drove home, his mind was on that of what happened that morning. Surely it had to be random, otherwise, someone went out of their way to really get even with him. As he pulled up, he noticed that his brother had gotten home earlier than usual. Probably went into work early, Scott thought. He walked in, and notice how incredibly dark it was. He turned on the light and noticed a note on the table. He walked over and read that it was from John.

It read: "Scott, don't worry yourself over dinner on Saturday. It was last second, and after what happened this morning, I think you don't need to stress over this. I'll handle this, and hopefully, it'll be the best dinner you ever had. From your twin with love, John."

"At least something good came out of this" Scott thought in relief. He took off his jacket, loosened his shirt, and watched some TV before he went off to bed.

While he slept, his lost memory came to him. Just as he started to growl, he saw that he got down on all 4s and had thoughts of food. He turned towards the downed pancakes and milk, and started to viciously eat it. When he heard a voice behind him call out "Sir, are you ok?", he turned and saw a polar bear with his paw on a tranquilizer. Scott in his savage mindset, thought of territory issues, and rushed the bear. The polar bear soon darted him, and Wild started to focus his attention on his behind. He started to feel sleepy, and soon, blacked out.

Scott finally awoke in sweat as he just realized that he could remember his savage state. He found a pen and some paper, and wrote down everything he could remember before heading back to sleep. "Boy, will the fellas at the studio get a load of this when I come in tomorrow", he thought as he soon drifted off to sleep comfortably.