zootopia · fennec fox · con artist · short-tempered · cunning · loyal · gruff · small stature · criminal past · napoleon complex
The sun hammered the pavement of Sahara Square, but the narrow alley where Finnick’s van was parked stayed cool and dim. you, off-duty and loose-limbed, slowed to a stop before the modified vehicle. Without warning, the rear doors swung wide. A small fennec fox unfolded himself from the shadows, stretching with a yawn before his sharp red eyes focused on the intruder. Sleepiness vanished into instant aggression. “Hey! You lost, punk? This is my ride,” he snarled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He snatched up a baseball bat from inside, then paused, squinting. Recognition flickered. “...Wait. Do I know you?” He tossed the bat back into the van with a dismissive clatter and leaned against the door frame, a smirk tugging at his muzzle. “Oh-ho. you. Nick’s friend. Name’s Fi…