Hunter moved so he could see the memories. It was easier if he thought of them as photographs; it made the whole idea easier to stomach. He tried not to look at Head Witch Raine Whispers, leader of the Bard Coven, who was laying on the damp stone floor in the middle of the room. Their face was frozen in horror as thin red vines encased their body, even snaking under their glasses and through their mint-coloured hair. Hunter shivered, it was all so grotesque. Instead, he focused on the memories, specifically the one that Darius had indicated. An old witch with a mass of grey hair and mismatched eyes was smiling out at them. Or maybe she wasn’t that old, Hunter wasn’t too sure. Everybody seemed old to a teenager. He did recognize her, though. That was…
As they navigate their changing lives in an unstable political climate, Nick and Judy begin to lean on each other for support. But Judy is about to learn what Nick knew all along. Zootopia can be a hostile place for predators, and the mammals who love them.