Now What?

Wolf walked into the diner with his new white suit. "Oohhh, is that Mr. Wolf I see. How are you doing hun?" said the waitress.

"I'm fine, Mary," Wolf smiled, settling down at the counter's stool. "Just coffee, please."

"One cup of Joe right up. But how have you been sug'? I haven't seen you in six months."

Wolf sighed, though he still smiled. "Remember that whole situation with Luggins?" Mary nodded. "Well, turns out she's never going to learn. She's going straight to jail."

"You sound down about it."

"Took me a while to realize that I was," Wolf murmured as Mary filled his cup of coffee.

"How come?"

Wolf shrugged, "I guess some part of me hoped she got the same 'revelation' I had."

"Learning from your mistakes, huh?"

"Yeah."

Mary shrugged her shoulders, "Well, things like that happen, hun. You can't fix people."

"Yeah, I know," Wolf sighed as Mary went into the back.

"Sounds like a lot happen to you," Said someone behind him. Wolf turned back and saw a person speaking from a newspaper that covered their face. They were buried into it, so he couldn't properly see them. Even then, they had a dark black fedora on their head. Wolf sighed, moving from the stool over to the booth where the stranger sat.

"You could say something like that."

"I don't say it. It's all over the papers," The stranger said. Wolf glanced at the paper. There was the picture of Luggins in her usual: dropped jaw screaming as she was taken away in an orange jumpsuit. "And you're being hailed as a hero."

"Heh, I don't think that's the right title for me in this situation."

"What is?"

"Marriage/divorce counselor."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The stranger's laugh sounded deep and manly. The newspaper jiggled, but the man made a good effort to keep his head glued to the paper. "Yeah, I guess that does fit your situation. By the way, you think you did the right thing by letting that Lambs' girl get away?"

Wolf smirked, "I don't think she really got away." He looked out the window where the morning sun slowly rose over through the forest of skyscrapers. "I just hope she's okay."

"What you mean?"

"I know what it's like to lose a sense of who you are. Your sense of purpose," Wolf smiled. "I hope she'll find a new one."

"What was her purpose?"

"To right a wrong. I wouldn't have done it that way, but hey, I can't judge."

"You can, but you choose not to. Which is good," the strange man said, turning the page.

"But I have to thank her when I see her," Wolf smiled. "It's because of her that I got the guts to ask the love of my life out."

"Ah yes, you're dating the governor. That must be interesting," the stranger chuckled.

"Being kidnapped will do that to you," Wolf sighed.

"You think there'll ever be a chance that Luggins will change?"

Wolf shook his head. "Nah. Her lawyer told me she already plans to take her case to appeal court, even with the 'silenced cops' coming out of hiding." The canine leaned back and spread his arms against the head of the booth seat, grumbling to himself. "She really does think what she did was right."

"That's the difference between bad guys and villains. Bad guys know what they're doing is bad. Villains think that what they're doing is completely right and justified. And looking at you," The stranger flipped the page. "It's no wonder you turned a new leaf."

"Why?"

"If you know what's bad, then you know what's good. Villains don't know that. Irredeemable ones anyway."

"Hmm. She still thinks she's in the right for putting everyone in danger. I mean, she wasn't just hiding a secret past, she was coordinating with several criminals to keep her job," Wolf sighed. "I didn't think she was that crooked."

"Looks are deceiving. You should know that."

"Yeah. Well, now she'll have to deal with her consequences."

"What about this Lambs character? Where do you think she's at?"

"I think she's doing some work on her motorcycle. Cool motorcycle. Really hoped she'd helped me suit up the car a bit."

"Hmm, I think she'd be willing to do that," The stranger said. Wolf smiled with a small chuckle.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Wolf got up and passed the stranger covered by the newspaper. He looked back, but the fedora still covered their head.

Wolf smirked and rolled his eyes. "You coming little lamb?"

The newspaper fell down and the stranger got up, taking off her fedora. Her bright wool gleamed in the morning sun as she smirked, "What gave me away?"

Wolf shrugged, "Just a hunch. Plus, I put a tracker on you."

"You're lying."

"Yeah, but you believed it for half a second." Lamb playfully punched his shoulder, dusting her dark black suit. "How did you get your voice deeper?"

"Voice modifier in the necklace," She explained, pressing her hoof to it.

"So what's your plan now?" Wolf asked.

"Find other wolves masquerading as sheep. Turns out your 'innocent' governor girlfriend wants my service. I knew I smelled a red paw on that fox."

"Figured it out faster than me," Wolf chuckled as they walked out of the diner. "You could join us."

"Nah, I think I'm better off alone," Lambs said, "But I'm willing to look at this car." Wolf laughed as the two jumped into his car. "Hope you have a pulley system, 'cause I'm gonna check your engine. Needs a major tune-up."

"You've never seen my car!"

"And I know a bad-sounding engine when I hear it," Lambs smirked. Wolf shook his head and smiled as they drove off.

The End

A/N: Not my best work. Honestly, could be better and I might write another story, but I like the idea and the attempt made. Sorry if I messed up some characters, I'll try and fix that next story around.