It's starting to get dark in Zootopia. Dusk was falling on the sprawling metropolis, a chilly breeze and steady drop in temperature welcomed it.
By now, a lot of animals were headed home from work, ready to collapse onto their couches or make dinner. A lingering child was paid little to no mind.
She was standing by a flower shop, a little bit behind the blooms displayed out front. The white dress she wore was plain and just a bit dirty. Perhaps she tripped over her own feet somewhere.
Not to mention, this animal was just a bit confusing. She had tan fur, a tail like a fox and the ears of a rabbit. She could pass for a fennec, if she didn't have a mane of lighter fur around her neck like that of a small lion.
The expression she wore on her face was that of uncertainty. Unsure what to do, where to go, who to ask for help. The passing adults must've assumed her charge was in the flower shop or somewhere nearby. Or perhaps they simply didn't care.