AN: So, to any of you who know me... yeah, consider We Are Where canceled. Life has left me with too many reasons not to continue it. I need something more.. cheerful in tone, at least in source materail. And whats more cheerful then a charming Disney film noir detective story staring fluffy animals that was far more of an adult film than the House of Mouse's normal fare, laced with more than enough fridge nightmare fuel for a horror film, and has a rabidly devoted fanbase? Oh dear, what have I gotten into now?

Hunters, Strangers, and Primal Nights

Ch1: A Falling Star and a Curtain Call

It was, by normal standards, a beautiful night in the city state of Zootopia. Unless of course, you were me. See, I had two problems. One... pretty sure I was falling from about six miles due up... Second? I'm acrophobic. How did I even get here? Last thing I recall I was in a- Oh, is that a building in my-

It was at that moment I hit a apartment building at terminal velocity, leaving a rather large hole in the side of it.

It was, by normal standards, a beautiful night in the city state of Zootopia. But especially so for two in particular. The first of the pair, a farm bunny turned cop, Officer Judy Hops of the ZPD. Valedictorian of her class, the bunny was currently leaving party celebrating the graduation of the ZPD's newest batch of recruits. Speaking of which..

"Admit it Carrots. I look good in blue, don't I?"

Freshly minted ZPD Officer Nicholas P. Wilde, former con man and, if his academy scores were to be believed, on of the best pistol marksmamals the ZPD has seen in years.

"Do you? Yes. Yes you do."

They were both in uniform, the party having been almost immediately after the work day had ended. Bogo had decided to give the new recruits the an easy first day, seeing as crime was on the decline since Bellwether's ill fated coup attempt. Most of the day was occupied by paperwork, so the fine officers of Precinct 1 had decided to have a celebration at the local cop bar for the newest recruits. Neither one of them being heavy drinkers, Nick and Judy had left after everyone else had started their fourth round, their own drinks barley half empty. And from the sounds of a half drunk Clawhauser trying his hand a karaoke, not a moment to soon.

"So, you finally admit I look good in something, eh Carrots?"

"Nick, no one looks good in floral print and ties."

"Ouch! Right in the silken pride. You wound me Carrots, you really do."

It was pretty clear why their was already a betting pool with five and a half grand in it on them being a thing. Especially after the events of Judy's first time with the press being seen by Clawhauser.

"Nick, if those are your pride, you need a refund."

"Oh? And what shall I exchange them for? Pretty sure I don't have membership at the Naturalists Club." For the slightest moment, Nick could have sworn Judy blushed, and he was pretty sure it wasn't the drink she had had.

"Nick! Think of the children who could be listening. We're public icons and role models."

"So I can send the city PR team the bill for the new wardrobe, got it." that one earned the fox a jab to the stomach. Say what you will about Judy, she hit like a freight train. "Come on Carrots, its 10pm and we are standing outside a bar. Pretty sure the little kiddies are safely under their covers."

Not that I wouldn't mind being in that position with you...

Shut up heart.

No brain, you shut up. We both know we have thing for her.

"Hey look!" Judy's words snapped Nick out of his internal monologue and brought him back to reality. "A shooting star!"

"Well don't' just stand their Carrots, make a wish!"

"Already did, dumb fox."

"Oh and what was it-" A loud boom and a crash came from the distance. Looking up, the two could see flames coming from a distant building. "And here's hoping its wasn't that. Um... Carrots, you home in there?"

"Nick... that's where I live."

"Car, on the way."

By the time the duo had arrived at the Grand Pangolin Arms, the ZFD has arrived on the scene. Dalmatians were pouring all over the streets, with displaced tenants streaming out as quickly as they could. Off to the side, Judy could see Dharma, her landlady looking shocked at the event.

"Ms. Dharma, what happened?"

"Oh Judy! Thank goodness! It happened so fast. It sounded like there was an explosion. It happened on your floor, you didn't come, I thought you were dead!"

"Wait what? What explosion?"

"Afraid that aint the cause mam." All three of them turned to the newcomer, a soot stained dalmatian in a entry suit. "Seems like something hit the building from the outside. Judgin by the hole, looks like your unlucky enough to have had a meteorite strike. Luckily, no body was severely injured, but you aint gonna be in business for a year, minimum. To much structural damage."

On the surface, Judy was relieved that nobody was badly hurt. On the other hand though...

Where am I going to live? I cant commute from home, oh god, it was a pain finding this place, who-

Judy felt a paw settle on her shoulder.

"Carrots, think on that to much and they are going to have to put you out to."

"Nick, I have no where to call home right now. Your brand of humor isn't helping me."

"Well, how about actual help. I just so happen to have room to spare, and I can see my favorite bunny out on the streets."

AW! He does care!

Shut Up Heart.

You cant deny me forever!

"Nick... you'd really put up with me till if find a place of my own?"

"Carrots, what do you take me for? I'm offering free room and board, I think you may want to take the permanent offer."

It sounded almost to good to be true. And while Judy may be having internal conflicts, a single thought shown through.

"Nick... are you taking advantage of the situation?"

"Carrots, I'm hurt, truly! I'm a friend trying to help a friend." Any ulterior motives are a benefit "After all, aren't you always saying friends help each other?" Nick's warm conman smile wasn't helping matters.

"Nick... last time I checked, you lived under a bridge, and your friend in a van. Explain how that's a deal."

"Ah, Carrots, lets just say... I have upgraded."

It was, by normal standards, a beautiful night in the city state of Zootopia. Unless of course, you were the poor sheep being backed into an blind alley by a ragged looking wolf with a knife.

"Awlrit wittle lamy... just hand over da purse, and I may jes lets yes go free. But," He gave the lamb a once over that made her skin crawl, "maybes I be a bit nicers if ye shows me jus whats nder dat der coat..." A long tongue licked his lips.

Oh gods... he's going to rape me and kill me... I cant run... there's no one nearby that would here me scream...

But something different happened. Fog began to rise in the alley. No, not fog... thick smoke, black as the night sky. Footsteps, heavy and echoing came from withing the clouds.

"Now now Mister Wolf... I think it would be best if we leave the lady alone, wouldn't you?"

"Who da... da fucks all dis smoke?"

"Oh, just a little parlor trick. Little thing we have down round home. Bit a magic on the side." Laughter, dark demonic laughter lit up the alley. It sounded like no mammal the sheep had ever heard. "But do tell me my good wolf. Just what were you planning to do once you kill the sheep? Leave the body to rot? Waste all the perfectly good meat on the bones?"

OH GOD! A CANIBAL!

"De hell uz talkin bout?!"

"Oh my good sir, I a someone of practicality." A thunderous clap filled the streets. The sheep passed out in sheer terror, as a nearby badger came rushing to the sound. All he found was a bloodstain and a fainted sheep. But the badger head heard one thing, the most disturbing of them all.

"And you are on my dinner plate tonight"

It was, by normal standards, a beautiful night in the city state of Zootopia. Unless one could not see the sky, of course. But then, where else would we meet? We gathered round the table, and let the matters at hand be laid out.

"Production of ST:PN is up by 3.8%. Estimates are stock will reach minimum required for phase one in three months."

"Candidate sweeping is underway for phase two, and primary scouting for phase 3 targets underway."

"Production of IC:PN also underway, estimated to reach usable point in six to ten weeks. Also, supplemental funding from selling ST:NH to dealers has allowed us to expand operations.

"Good. And what about operation Judas?"

"Infiltration of the Gaol is under way, Madame. Operatives FN and CL have succeeded in establishing forward operations. However, we may have a break."

"How so?"

"It would seem BW had further contacts and plants that we originally believed. Much evidence against her has been declared unusable. We may not have to act on that front."

"Good. We don't want to tip out paws to soon."

"Yet it worries me... BW took to may... excesses with their job."

" . . .Terminating? . . ."

"No. It is imperative that they live for operations to go smoothly. To have them die in such a way woul possibly tip the scales."

"Enough. The matter is settled. Is there anything further to discuss? If not, this meeting is adjourned."

Screens flickered off round the meeting table as the others went back to their jobs. I turned around to may desk and gazed at one of the many items on it. A Halloween themed snow globe of the beautiful city of Zootopia.

"Soon. Soon you will be mine, my precious little toy."

It was the six thirty the next day at the ZPD. All the officers had gathered in the bullpen to hear the daily assignments. But today things would be different. Bogo had just stepped up to the podium when Clawhauser nearly broke down the door.

"CHIEF! YOU...Oh god, you need to see this..." The overweight cheetah looked like he was about to vomit.

"Clawhauser, if this is another Gazelle viral video, now is not the time."

"Chief... this isn't a joke..." The cheetah walked forward. Everyone noticed the catering tray he had in his hands. Those with a more sensitive nose could smell something. Something wrong.

"Clawhauser what is-" The chief opened the tray and let out a scream of sheer horror.

Three things were inside the tray. The first, a collection of one inch cubes of meat, grilled. The second?

The stuffed and severed head of a wolf.

Stuck in its mouth was a letter that the chief grabbed in a heart beat.

Dear ZPD

I do trust that my package has arrived to you safely. It is so hard to acquire food like these days, especial that of such a persuasion. Oh true, the wolf in question, no one will miss. Mugger, murderer rapist, animals such as that shouldn't be able walk the streets. However, no matter how diligent the police, something still slips thru the cracks. Oh, no complaints to you of the ZPD, you people do such an excellent job, especially compared to what passed as police in my last port of call.

Who am I you are wondering? Well I will tell it to you as truthfully as I can. I am a stranger in a strange land, a sailor shipwreck on uncharted shores. I am a wanderer with nowhere to call home. Oh, I seek a new way to wander, but at the moment I call this city my own. And I find myself in need of doing a service to that which I call home. And so I hunt the streets, looking for the scum of the world, that which I can truly say no one would miss.

You can call me the Gespent Jaeger, a name I got from my last port of call, the Phantom Hunter. I am the creature of smoke and darkness that shall hound these streets. Serial killer, vigilante, psychopath, these names mean nothing to me. I just find myself taking out the trash.

By the way, for the curious, do enjoy the meal. I know the rest of him was delicious.

Lemongrass Dog

1 Acquire two pounds of dog meat.

2 Mince four 3-feet stalks of fresh lemongrass.

3 Mix the minced lemongrass with three tablespoons of fish sauce, two teaspoons of lime juice, and a half teaspoon of lime zest.

4 Chop the dog meat into 1-inch pieces. Add the lemongrass marinade and stir. Leave the mixture refrigerated overnight.

5 Either sauté, steam, or grill the meat.

I do hope to hear from you all in the future. Oh and by the way...

I also sent one dish to ZNN

H.L, The Gespent Jaeger

Chief Bogo looked like a ghost. Half the officers looked ready to vomit.

"Get me a press conference yesterday. We've got a serial killer on the loose."

AN: And that's a wrap! You know, I know I said I wanted something lighter, but... well, I get dark when I get depressed. I guess you can say I'm a sick bastard. But alas, here we have the first stop on this train ride to madness! Also, for the curious, that is an actual Vietnamese recipe for dog listed. Figured it would work with wolf. And yes... the is a thing