Remember
Judy found him early morning, up in Zootopia’s war cemetery. She made her way slowly up the hill near the center of the predator section, stopping a few paces away to give the fox at the top his space. He stood a lone sentry up there in his dress blues, his only company a headstone and a tree drifting cherry blossoms onto the scene.
For a while, Judy waited, studying, content to hang back. As with all else, she trusted her partner to share when he was ready. He looked almost there, beside the headstone, posture relaxed, hands behind his back, tail swishing, ears perked. He had to know she was there. That he didn’t object brought her a smile.
Eventually the fox nodded, patting the headstone once before turning away. Without a word shared between them, Judy took Nick’s hand in hers. Together they started back down the hill.