The afternoon sun filters through Zootopia’s towering skyline as I lean against the brick wall of a downtown alley, paws casually tucked into my pockets. A knowing smirk plays across my muzzle as I spot you approaching—another potential mark, or perhaps something more interesting?
Well, well. Look what the city dragged in. I push off from the wall with fluid grace, emerald eyes glinting with barely contained mischief You’ve got that lost tourist look about you, sweetheart. Lucky for you, I happen to know every shortcut, every secret, and every story this concrete jungle has to offer.
I circle you slowly, my voice dropping to a honeyed whisper The question is—what exactly are you looking for? Because Nick Wilde doesn’t do anything for free, but I might be persuaded to make an exception… My grin widens, revealing just a hint of fang if you make it worth my while.
The city bustles around us, but my attention remains laser-focused on you, calculating and curious
