Jenna walked along the streets of downtown Bunnyburrow, slowly but surely making her way home. She had originally thought of the little white lie of going to the hospital as a way to simply get away from the fair – the threat of bigoted mammals was not something she wanted to deal with. She had been furious when Mr. Creedy had confronted them without so much as acknowledging Nick or Wolford as civilized mammals, and all the air that she used as she told off the editor had left her drained. The sooner she got to Zootopia, the better.

However, she hadn't expected that Wolford would want to join her as she was aware of how fidgety he got around her predatory side. But on that walk, Jenna had come to the conclusion that maybe this infatuation was something more – something deeper. The thought had made her remorseful over how she had treated the wolf, yet she was surprised that he acted completely at ease around her. Her feelings quickly solidified, which only made her feel all the more guilty.

Why had she been so inconsiderate to him? Wolford was obviously uncomfortable around her when she had flirted with him. Each question struck Jenna in the gut, accumulating into a sickly knot in the pit of her stomach. She was torn between going back and officially apologizing to Wolford for her previous behaviour and heading home and waiting.

What would Judy or Nick do?

The thought came so suddenly that Jenna froze on the spot. It was obvious that she wanted to be with Wolford, but she would never feel fully comfortable around him unless she apologized as soon as possible. Her eyes filling with determination, Jenna spun on her heel and made her way back to the fair.

Wolford walked across the fairground in a nearly aimless gait after he finished his cotton candy and coffee. He narrowly avoided stepping on some smaller bunnies more than a couple of times, but even the curses sent his way went unheard by the wolf.

He vaguely remembered where Judy had said that her parents' stall was and his feet dragged him there as if he was on autopilot. The feeling of the bunny's small, soft lips on his refused to go away, but he was all the better for it. He genuinely didn't know what he would do if he would see Jenna again, which was something that was bound to happen. In those few minutes after Creedy had confronted them, he had seen a different side of the bunny: someone who would jump at the first person that went after her loved ones; someone who dedicated their life to helping mammals by becoming a nurse moving to Zootopia; someone who liked him not just because of what he was, but because of who he was.

She had her own perks as well – her appearance being one of them. Her face was shaped like her sister's but that was where the similarities ended. She was far taller and leggier than Judy, and the splash of white on her muzzle and paws offered a beautiful contrast to the beauty that was her pitch-black fur. Her eyes were such a sharp green that if he would have had to guess by them alone, he'd have said that she was a predatory cat with nature-granted night vision. For the first time in a month, Wolford was glad that he and his ex-girlfriend had broken up. The thought made him chuckle.

While this wasn't his first interspecies relationship, this was definitely promising to be his first one with a bunny. Fresh out of the Academy, Wolford had dated a vixen, but it wasn't meant to be as were all his other relationships. Those had all been mere flings, but when he thought of Jenna not meaning everything she had said or did in the past thirty minutes. . . the thought was almost too much to bear. Perhaps he had been spending too much time around Nick and Judy.

Was he regretting it? No. No he wasn't.

It was only after Wolford caught the scent of freshly baked pie did he stop. This particular pie was quite well-made. He could sniff out various ingredients being used in the pastries, but they were all undoubtedly made by the same mammal, judging by the nearly identical structures and combinations of ingredients each pie had. Whoever the baker was, he knew his stuff. Furthermore, the smell of freshly baked pies was accompanied by the not-so-obvious scent of raw carrots.

Yup, had to be Judy's parents' stall. They were working with Gideon Grey, and he recognized the scent of the Hopps' carrots: slightly sweeter with a hint of an earthy smell that was tainted with much less chemical fertilizer than the others. Indeed, Wolford looked up and smiled as he saw that his nose wasn't failing him. The Hopps' stall was a little larger than most other stalls around, spanning quite a ways. The wolf could even see a small building connected to the tents. Nick and Judy were standing at a table, each digging into a slice of pie. Nick was almost desperately eating his blueberry pie and getting a purple muzzle while Judy rolled her eyes at him and continued to politely eat her carrot pie.

Wolford couldn't help but crack a smile at the couple's usual banter and antics. He wondered if he and Jenna would be the same, but shook his head and nearly slapped himself as he realized what he was thinking about. However, what was the point of denying it now? He was head over heels for a bunny who defended him and every other pred with a determination that he had seen in few mammals; had a job that was amongst the most noble things a mammal could do; and was Judy's sister. But of course, there was also her wild side as she threw flirty innuendoes his way within seconds of meeting him and kissing him after a brief walk. Actually, now that he thought about it, this side was what made Jenna, well, Jenna.

Stu and about a dozen of his kids were manning the stalls while the littler ones were running around the tent, either playing with equipment they really shouldn't have been playing with or trying their best to help their parents and older siblings with all sorts of minor chores. Though, with each box of carrot sticks and popcorn they filled up, they managed to sneak a pawful of the sweet treats into their tiny, adorable muzzles whenever the grown-ups weren't looking. Those little sacks of fluff never failed to pull on the wolf's heartstrings.

Wolford was able to see Bonnie in the background, alongside a rather portly looking fox, flattening dough and filling up pie tins. Gideon Grey, no doubt.

"Hey, buddy, led Jenna to the hospital?" asked Nick cheerily, finally looking up from his plate that had been practically licked clean. Wolford suddenly felt his chest locking up at that question. He dreaded the thought of Jenna coming around the corner at any minute and loudly announcing that she had seduced the wolf.

"Crane? Is everything alright?" asked Judy once the lupine's eyes went wide. Wolford realized that he had to get out of this now.

"Ummmm, yeah, Jenna went to the hospital and is now home. She, ummmm," Wolford cursed his inability to keep calm when it came to romance. In the force, he was as cool and level-headed a cop as you could find, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was hardly a big bad wolf. More like an open book, Wolford mused bitterly.

Judy sighed and shook her head. "What did she do now?" she mumbled.

"Oh no, she didn't do anything!" Wolford blurted. Well, not anything that he would mind now. He was still wondering how she had perfectly calculated the distance to his muzzle in order to pull off that perfect jump. Judy was about to ask once again just what antics her sister had been up to but stopped upon seeing Wolford's dreamy face. He didn't look disturbed or nervous in the slightest – instead, he looked content and-

"Oh, you mus' be Officer Wolford, right? The Burrows' top pastry chef, Gideon Grey, at your service!" said the portly fox, walking over to the wolf and extending a large, flour-covered paw. Despite the fox being a head and shoulders shorter than him, his grip was surprisingly firm. His blue eyes bespoke of friendliness and an easy-going nature. Although his apron was full of flour and filling, it was clear that he took great care of it. No old, uncleaned stains or wear and tear were visible, despite the fact that the apron was obviously quite old.

"Nick and Judy said you was comin'! I know you're on yer shift, but I saved this just for you!" Gideon said, handing the wolf a small cardboard box with the words "Caution: hot" printed on them. Wolford took a whiff: cherry pie, clearly. Gideon had also grated some of the Hopps' carrots and added them to the filling – a surprisingly good idea as it also added to the aroma.

"Thanks. Now, uh, I need to start patrolling. Nick, Judy, see you guys later!" Wolford stuttered, getting away from the fox and the bunny to avoid their suspicious gazes. He just hoped he would be able to dodge their questions about Jenna long enough for them to forget about it.

Wilde wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he knew that the wolf had just fallen for a bunny that only yesterday was throwing immature innuendoes his way.

Once Wolford had put enough distance between him and the Hopps' stand, he began doing what he had done a thousand times before: patrolling an area. His keen, dark gold-coloured eyes were able to discern even the slightest hint of criminal activity among the thousands of mammals that were strolling around the festival. He felt his heart swell with pride upon seeing some of his fellow ZPD officers walking straight, their eyes looking over the crowd with professionalism – a stark contrast from the local rural PD that were just playing as many games and buying as many treats as they could. Chief Troy Spirit was right: it truly was the time to invest in a better Police Academy for Bunnyburrow.

His patrol had been fairly quiet for the first half hour. The fair was incredibly big, spanning over the size of what would have probably passed as a small neighbourhood in Zootopia. This reminded the wolf how easy it was for kids to get lost around here, especially with quite a few large mammals around. Sheep, pigs, bulls and horses were abundant around here, each taking great care not to step on the much smaller bunnies and even moving to the other side of the walkway to give the lapins room. So Wolford was surprised to see a small grey blur dashing around the feet of the gigantic bovines.

He frowned, focusing his keen ears on the blur that had already disappeared, trying to shut out all the background noises and carnival music. It sounded like crying – a lost kit. Wolford's sense of duty instantly kicked in as he rushed through the large mammals, flashing his badge and yelling "Police!" to clear a path. He followed the faint sound to a back alleyway behind one of the carnival rides. The sound of the lively festival was replaced by the eerie, omnipresent tone of air whistling through narrow places, glasses turned over by the wind, and the patter of cockroaches through holes.

Despite the bright daylight, Wolford had some trouble seeing into the gloomy space with decaying walls plastered with peeled, illegible posters long-forgotten. It was always this kind of alleyway that gave the lupine the creeps. He didn't know if it was a reflex from multiple past experiences of getting jumped by thugs in these kinds of alleyways, but he found himself on edge as he carefully advanced. He would be lying if he said he'd rather be here than a firefight.

A low-pitched, shriek-like, sob pierced the alleyway, and Wolford gasped as he nearly drew his gun in response. After a few moments, he realized it was only that bunny kit. He slowly walked forward until he saw a little alcove from which the cries were coming from.

The little Bailey Thumper had gone into the damp, frightening alleyway as a last-ditch attempt to get away from all the foot-traffic. He had tried to yell at the many mammals that towered over him that he had lost his mommy, but they all ignored him. So, he had to flee before he got stomped, feeling so small, so helpless, so vulnerable.

Bailey couldn't do anything but cry as he tightly held onto the carrot plushie he had won at a ball-throwing stand. He had cheerfully hopped away after winning the prized chunk of plush in such a happy mood that he had left his parents and friends to sit on a bench and see what he could do with the giant carrot with cartoon eyes drawn on it. Once that had worn off after about two minutes, the young bunnny had realized just how far away he had gone from his mama and papa. And now here he was, alone. His mother had always told him that bad things would happen if he continued to not listen, and now bad things had happened.

The young bunny thought he saw the bogeymammal in the shadows, just waiting to swallow him whole. He tried to control himself, thinking about his hero, Officer Judy Hopps. She wouldn't cry – she was the bravest bunny ever! He couldn't cry as he was a boy, and boys never cried. But if that was true, then why were tears falling on his stuffed carrot? Bailey continued staring at the dark corner in which he thought he had seen the boogeymammal. He gasped as he saw it again, oozing out of the wall and waiting to eat him up.

Bailey further cowered into the filthy corner, doing nothing but crying as hard as he could as if it could help him. The only thing worse than the boogeymammal in the stories was the Big Bad Wo-

"Hey kid, you lost?" asked a deep voice from above. Poor little Bailey screamed as loud as he could.

Wolford quickly plugged his ears as the screech threatened to make them bleed. The little grey kit with topaz-coloured eyes cowered into the corner even further, hugging his little plushie and blubbering something as he looked up at him in fright. Wolford sighed as he realized that yet another kit was spooked to death by stories starring the Big Bad Wolf who ate all the naughty little kits. Crane cursed his stupidity at not having brought his sheep costume on the field – it definitely would have come in handy right now.

"Hey, look, it's okay. I'm a policemammal, I'll help you!" said the lupine, pointing to the badge pinned on his chest. The bunny sobbed as he continued looking up in fright.

"None of our policemammals are pruh-deh-tars! You – you must have stolen that!" he sobbed.

"Smart kid," Wolford mused. Not throwing himself at the first stranger claiming to be help – this meant trouble for the wolf, yet he admired that in the kid. As the wolf was thinking of ways to make the kid trust him, he distinguished something the kit said.

"I'm sorry," he apologized in between sobs.

"What's that?" asked Wolford in confusion.

"Momma said alwaysh says that if I don't eat all my veggies, tuh Big Bad Wolf will come – like in tuh shtories! This morning, I threw the peas away and momma thought I ate them, but I only ate chocolates! Please don't eat me, Mister Wolf! I won't do it again, I swear!" the tiny ball of fluff sobbed, curling into himself so much that he actually did look like a small fluffy ball.

Wolford sighed and looked down. This poor kit had been conditioned all his life to just see wolves and other predators as boogeymammals and villains in stories. He couldn't really hate the kit's parents – it wasn't really their fault. Most likely, they had received the same treatment from their own parents. However, the bun definitely knew Judy. Wolford thought of calling her on the radio to help the kid, but he decided he could do this on his own.

He remembered his phone.

"Hey, look, I promise I won't hurt you. If it makes you feel better, I didn't really want to eat my veggies either when I was your age," Wolford said, hands behind his back to hide his claws, giving the most comforting smile he could give. The kit's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Wolves eat veggies too?" he asked. The lupine chuckled.

"Sure we do! Even though we prefer chicken, we are just like everyone else!" said the wolf, deciding not to go into a lecture about how evolution had allowed predators to digest and absorb nutrients from plants.

"Do you know Judy Hopps?" Wolford asked. The little bun smiled, and a wave of relief rushed through Wolford.

"Yes! She's the most greatest police officer ever!" Bailey said so openly that the wolf was genuinely surprised. Crane smiled as he showed the kit his phone's default screen: the picture in which he held Judy up on his shoulder and Nick was leaning against him, each of them posed perfectly.

"I'm a friend of hers. We protect each other. I would never even dream of hurting her, just like I won't hurt you. I swore an oath to protect all innocent mammals with all my strength, just like her," declared Wolford, his gold-coloured lupine eyes seeming to calm the little boy for once. The kit continued to stare at the picture in confusion. Was there really such a thing as a good wolf? Well, now that Bailey thought about it, this wolf could have easily just eaten him on the spot if he so desired.

"Look, just to show you that I won't hurt you," Wolford began, opening one of his satchels. He took out a fold-away muzzle. It was weaker than an iron one, and protocol stated it should only be used for animals such as weasels or fennec foxes. However, he'd make an exception this time.

The rough textile bit into his muzzle as he tightened the straps, and for a moment, he had trouble breathing. He could see now why Wilde hated the damn things. The kit watched in awe as the wolf muzzled himself, grunting in pain as he fit the painful-looking muzzle on his mouth. He knew that in all the stories, wolves often used tricks to lure kits to them, but this one seemed nice.

He knelt down next to the kit once again. He wasn't backing away from him now. Wolford smiled, a movement harshly punished by the tight muzzle.

"Come on, I bet that ground is cold. What's your name, little bun?" asked Wolford, trying his best not to wince from the muzzle and stretching his paw out to the kit. He retracted his claws as much as he could as to not frighten the bun. Bailey stared at the large paw for a minute. There was no malice or evil intent in the giant wolf's voice. He had not tried to hurt him in any way; in fact, the wolf had hurt himself.

And that picture with Judy Hopps looked real enough. Bailey stretched a tiny, shaking paw toward the wolf's grey one. Wolford gently wrapped two fingers around the small bunny's hand and helped Bailey up. The pads on the predator's fingers felt rough, but warm and harmless at the same time.

"It's Bailey. Bailey Thumper," the kid answered, not having any problems with the wolf touching him.

"That's a nice name. Let's go find your parents, OK?" Wolford suggested, trying his best to say as little as possible due to the too-small textile muzzle grinding against his fur. The little kit was relieved to finally be out of the alleyway and now the towering wolf seemed oddly relieving to have by his side. He felt as if no one could hurt him with the wolf policemammal walking with him. The odd pair got more than a few long stares, partly due to a seven-year-old bun being led by a wolf, but mostly due to Wolford's muzzle.

"Now, where did you lose your parents?" asked Wolford, his keen eyes scanning the area for any sign of bunnies in a desperate search for a lost kid.

"Near the big Ferris wheel at a shoot-the-duckies game!" exclaimed the kit, leading the wolf through the large crowd.

"Wolford? We have a 15-76 reported near the Ferris wheel. Look for a seven-year-old, small, grey kit with topaz eyes and carrying a carrot plushie by his side," Judy ordered through the radio. Luckily for Wolford, he also heard the bunny's voice nearby. With a smile, he found Judy talking with a pair of distraught-looking bunnies.

"10-4, Officer Hopps, getting on it right now!" announced Wolford as he stepped right behind Judy. The three bunnies turned around to face the huge wolf. Before anyone of them could ask why was he wearing the muzzle, the little kit ran forward toward the couple of grey rabbits.

"Momma! Papa!" he yelled, jumping into their paws. The little kit instantly began to sob into his mother's bosom, the female rubbing her little boy's back.

"Bailey! We were so worried! Why did you get away from us!?" asked the husband in a mixture of relief and anger.

"Oh, Hector, will you please not scold him now?" chided the dark grey-furred doe as she continued hugging her kit, kissing him in between the ears.

"This – this nice wolf helped, momma! I was so scared and he came for me!" the kit announced. The two bunnies looked up to the lupine's muzzle but dropped their heads as soon as they saw the contraption. They immediately understood why he had put it on.

"We're – we're sorry, Officer. We changed our ways, we really have, but, we thought there was no harm in telling our kit a few stories," the buck apologized, ears drooping behind his head. Wolford considered replying with a snarky comment, but instead, simply removed his muzzle, which caused him to sigh in relief, and smiled at the little family.

"Don't worry. We all make mistakes. I was also guilty of the same crime as you until Officer Hopps here opened my eyes," he said gingerly, recalling the times in which he considered bunnies nothing more than cowardly bigots who did nothing for society but fill it with thousands of little annoying screechers. Boy, how his past mindset irritated him.

"And you, little guy. Don't worry. You were very brave and wise," Wolford added as he brushed a tender paw through the kit's ears, causing the young bunny to chuckle.

"When I grow up I'll be a policemammal officer too! That way I can help more little boys find their mommas and papas, just like you and Judy!" Bailey proudly announced. Wolford felt a strange, warm sensation wrap his heart at this.

"Well in that case," the lupine began, pulling out a sticker roll from one of his pockets.

"You're gonna need one of these," he said, sticking a Junior ZPD Investigator badge on the kit's chest. Bailey's eyes gleamed as he saw the little plastic badge glitter on his shirt. A tiny tear rolled down his fluffy cheek and his chest swelled with pride; this would be the story that would make all his friends at school so jealous! The parents looked up with gratitude at the wolf, and despite the facts that they barely made it up to his waist and they had obviously been afraid of preds up until recently, they both gave his legs a very tight and heartfelt hug.

"Hey, enough with the fluff, I need to get back to work!" Wolford chided, but the chuckle that followed was a dead giveaway to his appreciation. He didn't miss the chance to pat the kid on the head once more, though.

"Officer Hopps here will have you fill a few forms – just a little formality. I'll get back on my patrol," Wolford said, turning away before his heart completely melted due to the thankful gaze from the kid.

He hadn't gotten very far when a familiar voice stopped him. "Nice going, Wolfie! You're really good with kits! First my siblings, now this little squirt!" Jenna stated, looking up at the wolf with admiration rather than, well, what she had looked at him with thus far.

Wolford chuckled and bent over to Jenna's level, his tail wagging without his consent. She had definitely surprised him with that kiss, so it was about time he returned the favour. As he dipped his muzzle to hers, however, she gasped.

"Wolfie! Your –your muzzle! It's all bruised up!" she yelled. Wolford felt his muzzle and winced; there were still traces of his mouth being trapped beneath the device. He was sure that he would forever wince at the contraptions as Nick does.

"Come on! There's a first aid station near here that I sometimes use," she stated, dragging the wolf behind her with surprising strength. The station was a tiny shed with a red cross stamped on it. Jenna unlocked it, and Wolford had to crouch down in order to fit.

The room was barely four square meters big with only a bed and a first-aid kit on the wall being present. The single, dying lightbulb did little to illuminate the shed. Still, with Jenna, it looked every bit as inviting as the Hopps household, especially since his night vision allowed him to see her whole beauty.

"Sit down, Crane. I don't want it to get infected. Some of it is open for crying out loud! Why did you do it?" Jenna asked with genuine concern in her eyes as she gathered some items from the box.

"Had to get that kit to trust me somehow, didn't I? I could have just called Judy to get him, yes, but I didn't want his parents to wait and suffer any more than they needed to," Wolford sincerely explained. Jenna climbed on the bed beside him, pulling his muzzle down. Wolford's heart instantly skipped a beat as he half-expected a kiss, but she carefully applied antiseptic to his wounds.

Jenna shook her head. "Goodness, do you EVER think about your personal health!?" she scolded, wincing as she continued analyzing Wolford's small wounds. The wolf opened his mouth to answer, but a concerned glare from the bunny closed it right back up.

After a few moments of silence, Jenna finally finished treating Wolford's wounds. However, she didn't release her grip on his muzzle as she sadly stared into his eyes. Wolford could tell that she had something on her mind, and remained quiet.

Finally, Jenna sighed before turning away and letting her paws fall to her sides. "Hey, about how I treated you before. I just – I know that I said that bunnies were very direct in expressing their feelings and gratitude, and I'm sure that you know that I'm into preds, but I'm. . . I'm sorry for how I acted around you. I could see that you were uncomfortable, but I still gave into my – uh – weirdness and teased you," she muttered, her ears folding behind her head. Her voiced trailed off, but Wolford could tell that she was being sincere – yet another side to this wonderful bunny that was new to him.

He couldn't control the large, toothy smile the crept over his muzzle; the fact that Jenna wasn't as immature as he thought was the cherry on top. Bunnies may have been loving and direct in feelings, but it was about time he showed her that wolves didn't fall short either.

With careful paws, Wolford lifted Jenna's muzzle up to his own and kissed her. At first, she squeaked in surprise and her eyes widened, but she didn't resist. The canine smiled against her lips as he felt her relax and even return the kiss. This definitely wasn't her first rodeo.

He had to angle his muzzle in different ways due to hers being so small, but he eventually found the sweet spot where he could kiss her fully. Her foot began uncontrollably thumping against his thigh as Wolford, holding her by her haunches, lifted her up higher so that her face could be level with his. She was so light that he had no trouble holding her in midair.

Wolford's keen, trained ears could distinguish from Jenna's little moans of love that this wasn't just a fetish dream come true for the tall black bunny, but rather true love for the wolf that had done so much for her, her sister, and her town in the small amount of time he had been there.

His huge tail snuck up behind her and wrapped around her like a gentle snake, letting her revel in the thrill of feeling his rough, yet surprisingly fluffy tail. In a surprising feat of strength, she launched herself at the wolf, flattening him against the rough bed despite her being a tenth of his weight.

Her paws soon found his shirt buttons.

Wolford's eyes widened as he realized what the crazy, horny bunny wanted to do.

"No, bad bunny! Not yet!" he scolded in a playful and serious manner as he pulled her lustful paws away from him. Jenna huffed and crossed her arms.

"Wow, way to ruin the mood," she muttered, looking away from him. When she felt the wolf dragging her to his broad chest, however, she got back into the mood. Just because Wolford wouldn't give in to the doe's full desires didn't mean that he wouldn't up the ante.

He pulled her head toward his, angling his muzzle just perfectly before sneakily slipping just the very tip of his canine tongue into her mouth. She gave a tiny gasp before her lapin tongue joined in, grazing the tips of his fangs. Her paws held his giant, fluffy neck in an embrace that he was sure would suffocate him if she wasn't careful.

It had been a daze, a spur of the moment, a dumb, stupid bliss, but Wolford was glad he had given in. Unfortunately, it eventually had to come to an end.

"Wolford, come in! Weaselton escaped and is currently performing a 7-21 in the North part of the festival!" came Judy's voice through the walkie-talkie. Wolford cursed under his breath while Jenna loudly "mmmmed!" in frustration.

"Can't ignore that, Wolfie," she whispered, getting back down on the bed, still disappointed that their – whatever this had been came to an abrupt end. Lucky for her, Wolford wasn't content with leaving her like that. He had to give her something quick but meaningful. Something that would suit her little fantasies.

'Now, what did Nick like to do to Judy again?' he pondered as an impish grin soon found itself on his muzzle.

Jenna gasped and blushed deeply as she felt the keen ridges of predatory teeth on the top of her ear. Wolford nibbled once and growled lowly as he hugged her to his chest. Even though it was short and sweet, it was almost too much for the bunny.

"Gotta go, now. You know, Jenna, you could stay here in this nursing station. There's bound to be a few hurt kits around here. Why don't you go ahead and open this place up. You could be as much of a hero like me, hmm?" Wolford suggested, kissing the very spot on her ears that he had just nibbled. Jenna simply nodded as the feeling of fangs on her was still lingering and burning strong.

She couldn't have said something intelligent to save her life.

As Wolford left and closed the door behind him, leaving the nurse to her business, he couldn't help but dreamily smile. He ran in the direction of where he knew Weaselton was, the image of a certain black bunny with a splash of white on her muzzle being his driving force.

Meanwhile, said bunny was busy shaking herself out of her trance, though Wolford's gentle teasing was brightly shining in her mind. Now she was definitely moving to Zootopia, whether she got through med school or not.