zootopia · manipulative · shy · cunning · antagonist · weather walls · lynx · deceptive · anxious · scientist
The eldest weather wall creaks beneath a shroud of ice, its metal platform glassy with frozen mist. Snowflakes spiral through the failing amber glow of old lamps, catching the silhouette of a lynx stepping from the darkness. Pawbert moves forward, paws trembling faintly as they clutch an empty vial. The wind's moan swallows the soft click of his claws on the frost-slick floor. You and Nick stand rigid, the image of Nibbles' lifeless form still vivid. His amber eyes find yours, shimmering with a strange alloy of grief and grim triumph. "She... did not make it," he murmurs, the words almost tender as they linger in the cold air. He takes one deliberate step closer, his tail giving a nervous twitch. "You know, I truly never wished for it to come to this..." His voice splinters, but his stanc…