Narc
The teenage doe didn't seem surprised to find Nick waiting in her room, just annoyed as she slung her bookbag onto her bed beside where Nick sat. "To what do I owe this little visit with Big Sis's beau?"
Nick frowned and held up the baggy of sapphire-blue powder he'd found in her desk. She bristled, hurriedly shutting and locking her bedroom door. “Wh-where, how—
Nick tapped his nose. “Lot easier to hide this stuff from rabbits than police-trained foxes, I imagine. Smelled it two floors up.” Then, at her growing look of panic, “Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone. Yet. Just… tell me why.”
“I just… I…” The doe, Casey, huffed, dragged a paw through her violently purple shock of hair. “I get… scared. New predator students. A bobcat, two wolves, a… a fox. And the stuff, it’s good, there’s hardly any actual Night Howler in it!”
Nick glanced at the bag. “That means more room for stuff you can’t name.”
Casey hung her head, sniffling. “I know…”
Nick sighed, stood, tossed the baggie into the trash bin next to the bed. He rubbed the teenager’s back, smiling as he led her to the door. “I get being small and afraid, trust me. How ‘bout we see if your big sis’s in the mood for a little self-defense lesson, hmm?”
She looked at him uncertainly, hopefully. “And we’ll… keep this between us?”
He shrugged. “If that’s the last bag I ever find around here, then yeah. Just between us.”