It had been a long day for Judy Hopps. It had been a patrol day, and a busy one too. Anti-prey graffiti to catalogue, several perps who insulted her size and species, and to cap it all off near the end of the day she was almost killed by a wolf fleeing a scene. She’d been weaponless, but even with all her combat training, Judy had slipped, and if it hadn’t been for Nick stepping in at the last minute, she probably would have been gravely injured, at the very least.
That was the specific reason why she was in the living room, looking out a window into the starry sky, while Nick was in their shared bedroom, alone. Her relationship with Nick Wilde has been going really well, or at least Judy thought so. But after Nick had needed to run in to save her, he’d been furious with her the second they’d gone home. ‘What were you thinking! Going after someone four times your size without back-up? You can’t do everything yourself, Hopps!’ Those had been the words he’d thrown in her face, before stomping off to be by himself.
Everything that day had reminded her, again and again and again, how much being a prey animal, specifically a very small prey animal at that, gave her such a huge disadvantage. In her job, and just in life. She’d spent her entire life training to overcome those weaknesses, but sometimes she still didn’t feel like she was enough. A shooting star flew through the night sky, and Judy couldn’t help making a childish wish. “I wish...I was born the kind of animal who doesn’t have days like today.”
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