Kiara didn’t know how she ended up wandering into a dark alleyway but all she knew was that she was afraid. She wandered deeper into the dark coming to a stop when she felt a twinge of pain through the bottom of her paw. Lifting it up she spotted a cut caused from glass. She licked it doing her best to sooth the sting. Seeing a light being shone her way, she stopped licking her wound and twisted her head to see what the light was.
So here’s another Godlings head, a fair bit more detailed and little spruced up compared to my earlier ones… but that’s only because Tez is one of my favorites! He’s almost a main character, even. He’s sort of the baddest of the bad among the Aztecs (no seriously, the Aztecs have him as the embodiment of all that is dark and bad, everything from “more plague than usual this year in the forecast” to “the darkness in every man’s soul”) and so he’s one of my main antagonists, because the Aztecs are SO MUCH FUN. He’s also one of the divine parents. (To his godling son, Chantico.) And I’ve also drawn him many times before, but he’s been redesigned since his original conception. Not by a lot, but enough. For example, he used to have this odd crown of undefinable green blobby foliage, and now it is a beautiful crown of mosaic turquoises. Also, he used to have a normal human skin color everywhere but his face and dark red tattoos, and now he is black all over with yellow tattoos. It is more accurate to the few remaining original depictions of him, and is a more striking design. (The Aztecs were big on color association, and Tez was associated with the direction North and the colors yellow and black. These were also the colors associated with Mictlan, their most undesirable underworld. Tez was a primary deity, though, so they also called some of their other gods - who had their own names - “Tezcatlipoca” of a different color. It’s a whole big thing, I’ve done way too much homework, you guys.)
I’ve also drawn in the various costume elements you see, unlike the others, because being one of my old favorites he deserves the full treatment, I thought. His name means “smoking mirror”, which was actually meant to mean obsidian, since obsidian has a “smoky” appearance, but it’s too late, I already designed him with actual smoke, so the obsidian mirror on his head does in fact smoke. Do you like his tattoos? Being also associated with the jaguar, he has paws coming down over his shoulders, up under his ribs, and connected across the back, as though someone had draped a stylized jaguar skin around him. The tail continues down his left leg, because… his right leg is a bare skeleton! Oh, I’m looking forward to drawing him more.
I aim to do Quetzalcoatl next, as it’s only proper that I make a current, updated character head since his redesign, too. Until next time!
Skyebound: Chapter 1 - The Day Things Changed by Oddly Unaccomplished Productions
Jack Savage’s lonely and humdrum existence as Precinct One’s underrated detective is turned upside down on one fateful day when an arctic vixen sits next to him for lunch. Strap in for a journey of romance, action, comedy, and whatever else we can throw in the mix in Oddly Unaccomplished Productions’ first feature length fanfic! Also all art is contributed by the wonderfully talented w4g4 who you can find here: https://w4g4.tumblr.com/
The monotonous electronic bleep of an iCarrot phone resounded around the
tiny flat, the screen obnoxiously flashing on and off as it announced to its
owner that 5:00 am had arrived. A pair of long ears twitched slightly at the
irritating sound, before their owner rolled over and instinctively shut off the
Sitting up, Jack rubbed his eyes, trying in vain to remove the early morning groggy
feeling. Going into autopilot, Jack threw his covers into a messy heap at the
foot of his bed and walked through the open bedroom door into his dinky
Within minutes, Jack had prepared, boiled, and poured a piping hot mug
of coffee and was taking his first tentative sip. Coffee wasn’t something
lagomorphs usually drank, their species usually having so much energy that
giving them any amount of caffeine was the equivalent of giving any other
mammal a large hit of cocaine. Yet Jack, forever having to be different, needed the
Jack remembered his first few years where he would struggle to keep his
eyes open to watch TV, let alone pay attention at school. Eventually his
parents took their perpetually sleepy kit to the doctors to see whether there
was something preventing him from being as spritely as his siblings.
Though Jack was still tired at the time, he clearly remembered his
worried mother and father looking as if they had been smacked across their
faces as the coyote doctor prescribed their low energy kit some caffeine
tablets. He also remembered the loud voices and speciest comments being flung
at the patient canine, calling her a trickster and fraud, as they led the half
awake Jack out in a huff.
After a few failed alternatives, most of them being vile herbal remedies
that only made Jack feel as if he would lose his sense of taste, Jack swiped
two of the illicit tablets his parents left in the medicine cabinet. Upon
seeing their otherwise drained and droopy eared son bounding into the living
room with all the energy of a firecracker, caffeine became an integral part of
Jack’s life, though not before his parents returned to a certain coyote with
bowed heads and tearful apologies which she gracefully accepted. While
Jack now preferred a bitter mug of caffeinated deliciousness, he still kept a
few tablets on him just in case he started to feel low, the same coyote
dutifully keeping him supplied whenever he needed.
Feeling revitalised as he downed the last dregs of his coffee, Jack
quickly returned to his bedroom and donned his usual work attire. Jack admired
himself in his wardrobe mirror. Admittedly it was a standard look. Sleek black
suit, white shirt and black tie, but Jack thought he pulled off the look pretty
“Heh, I almost look like a secret agent.” Jack chuckled at the thought,
before grabbing his detective badge, his phone and keys from the bedside table before quickly heading out of his front door with a spring in his step.
After a crowded trip on the subway, Jack popped up at Precinct One in
Savannah Central, bounding through the door and heading straight towards his
office. Draping his jacket on the back of his chair, Jack sat himself down and
booted up his computer.
While Jack had loved the atmosphere of the bullpen, in amongst his
fellow officers, all readying for their assignments, Jack couldn’t deny that he
preferred getting on with his own tasks and only being supervised as and when
necessary. What he didn’t like however was the work he was being assigned.
Emails flooded his inbox sending him attachments, links, and
instructions to complete mountains of digital and physical admin.
“Damn it,” Jack said, dragging his paws across his face. “I’m never
going to finish this in a month of Sundays.”
Staring at the long list of emails, Jack resignedly clicked on the first
one, silently praying that today was going to be a slow day.
Jack let his head thud against the table and he quietly groaned as the
sound of yet another email hitting his inbox. No matter how quickly he
completed his work, it always felt like another three admin cases fell into his
lap. It wasn’t as if they were his cases either. In the two years he had been
at Precinct One, Detective Jack Savage had been on precisely two cases, neither
of which was he lead investigator on, or even much of an investigator. He’d
pretty much been foisted upon the other detectives by DCI Longtooth so that he
wouldn’t have Bogo breathing down his neck. So every once in a while Jack
would be allowed a brief outing to show he was a valued part of the team before
being shut back up doing everyone else’s admin. Well, that and being a
part-time clock watcher.
Glancing over to the clock, Jack noticed that it had mercifully turned
12:30 to which Jack eagerly jumped out of his swivel chair, grabbed and donned his jacket, before making way
over to the cafeteria.
Pushing through the large swing doors, Jack made a beeline to the
counter. Grabbing a tray, Jack hopped up and filled his tray with a large
dollop of carrot salad. With tray in paw, Jack made his way over to the smaller
mammal section of the cafeteria. Despite now having a few more smaller mammals
working with the ZPD, the smaller mammal section was still relegated to a
corner of the room, a few tables directly in sight of the doors which suited
Jack fine. Despite rabbits and hares being incredibly social creatures, Jack
seemed to miss out on that trait as well, preferring to be alone and observe
others. Despite his lack of sociability, Jack’s perceptive character had
allowed him to work well as a detective, when he got the chance to. Right now
though, it was only helping him mammal watch.
Seating himself down at the end of an empty table, Jack began to lazily
munch at the carrot salad while regretting his lack of coffee, despite having
drank a large mug not an hour before.
Two thuds across the table made the hare detective look up from his
meal. A russet coloured fox and a grey rabbit, otherwise known as the famous
Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps, had sat across from him on the other side of the
table, a single bowl of salad placed in front of the two of them.
“Come on now Carrots,” Nick said, spearing a fork into the salad. “you
know I’m right! Clawhauser so fancies Buffalo Butt.”
“And I’m telling you Nick,” Judy replied as she stabbed a load of salad
with her own fork. “that you’re wrong. I saw him the other day with a lovely
jaguar. They were holding paws and and everything! You just don’t know when to
admit defeat Slick.”
“Oh contraire, my dear Fluff Ball. I’ll admit you saw Clawhauser out
on a date with another mammal, but I still say that marshmallow’s heart still
belongs to our one and only Chief Stick in the Mud.”
“And I still say you’re wrong.” Judy replied, taking a huge mouthful of her
“Jeez Carrots, an Officer for how long and you still eat like a kit.”
“Do not!” came Judy’s garbled reply, lettuce leaves and carrot shavings sticking out
“Oh yes, because a grown-up would totally do that Carrots.” Nick laughed
as Judy swallowed her leafy mouthful. “If you’re gonna eat like a kit, I might
as well feed you like one.”
“Don’t you even dare Nick Wilde!” Judy threatened, pointing her fork at
him as if it were a deadly weapon.
Quickly disarming her and setting the weapon aside, Nick held his lettuce laden fork
up to Judy’s face.
“Come on Carrots, here comes the aeroplane!” Nick said, making aeroplane
noises as he moved the fork closer.
“If you think I’m going to degrade myself to that Nick you’ve got
Judy’s protests were cut short by sudden laughter, Nick having moved his
paw under her chin and began tickling her gently with his claws. Moving
swiftly, Nick pushed the salad into the laughing lagomorph who, although
shocked, chewed and swallowed her airborne meal.
“You’re so dead Wilde.” Judy half-threatened.
“So, you don’t want more then?” Nick asked coyly.
“Shut up and give me food you dumb fox.”
Jack, having stopped to watch this production play out in front of him,
felt a pang in his heart. It had been a while since Jack had dated anyone
though dating had always felt like a hassle to Jack. Being a bit of loner
didn’t help his love life but it wasn’t as if he was against finding someone.
He’d even catch himself daydreaming sometimes with a future with some
delightful mammal in future.
With most of his siblings married or at least engaged, Jack was one of
the last of the litter yet to find a mate. His worrying parents had set him up a
few times with some lovely does and even a buck or two, but nothing ever came
of it. Even after coming out as inter didn’t help things. All the mammals Jack
went out with were usually funny, kind, attractive, intelligent mammals.
Perfect partner material. Yet they had never flicked a switch in his head to go
from friendship to something more. And so Jack remained alone but content.
Now though, looking at a pair of mammals that clearly had the switched
flipped to the extent of being broke off while their careers were heading in
the right direction, Jack couldn’t help but feel little despondent at his sad
state of affairs.
Looking up at the unexpected voice, Jack looked up to see who had
managed to sneak past his enhanced hearing so effectively. Clad in dark blue, oil
stained dungarees with a turquoise shirt underneath, stood a breathtakingly
beautiful vixen. Her pristine white fur stood in stark contrast to her messy
attire, but she radiated elegance as if it were her natural scent. Her sapphire
eyes were deep and full of understanding, as if she could see into his very
being and pluck out his entire meaning from within him. Looking lower, Jack saw
that her mouth was moving.
“Wait, is she talking to me? Why is she talking to me? No-one talks to
me unless they have to!” Jack’s mind raged against himself. The vixen’s mouth
stopped moving with not a word of it going into Jack’s mind.
“Erm, sorry, could you repeat that?” Jack said sheepishly, mentally
slapping himself for not paying attention.
“May I sit with you?” the vixen repeated sonorously.
“Yes of course.” Jack said nervously as the beautiful vixen smiled at
The beautiful vixen sat down next to him, her elegant white tail swaying
back and forth hypnotically, Jack’s eyes taking quick peeks at sensual
“Adorable, isn’t it?”
“Huh?!” Jack blurted, his eyes shooting back up, his cheeks turning a
deep crimson at the thought of being caught peeping at her tail.
“Those two, the fox and that bunny sitting over there. They look so
happy.” The vixen said in a sweet soothing tone that made a shiver run up
Looking back over, the red fox was making aeroplane noises as he fed the
giggling bunny a forkful of their shared salad. In quick succession, Jack felt
a wave of relief at not being caught, another pang of jealousy towards the couple
across the table, and a huge dollop of anxiety as the vixen waited for his
answer while her mesmerising sapphire eyes looked down at him.
“Erm, yeah, they seem… comfortable… together.” He muttered nervously,
suddenly finding his cold carrot salad incredibly interesting as made a show of
stabbing at it.
The vixen could sense something different about this rabbit but she
couldn’t put her paw on what it was.
“Comfortable? More like playfully in love.” The vixen pointed out with a
sweet giggle, looking back at Jack whose heart had now skipped a beat.
“Yes… playfully in love” he replied, trying not to stare at this vixen
he had only known for a minute.
As the vixen tore into her turkey sandwich, Jack was still watching the
red fox and the euro bunny across the table, thinking about how he much he
wanted something like that.
His melancholy thoughts were interrupted by loud, yet satisfied, moan
emanating directly beside him. Glancing back at the still nameless vixen, his
eyes went wide as her as her sharp, predatory fangs sunk back into the turkey
sandwich, giving another happy hum as the she swallowed the poultry’s flesh.
Almost in slow motion, she licked her lips, revealing her pearly whites.
Despite have grown up in Zootopia, brushing shoulders, or rather knees, with
all types of predators, seeing this vixen’s teeth up close and personal set off
all his alarms. His primal instincts screamed at him to make a break for the
door before he joined the turkey as her next meal. Yet, he remained glued to
his seat, transfixed by her teeth. Those deadly, threatening, murderous…
exciting… beautiful… sensual… sexy teeth.
All thoughts of the couple across the table vanished into the ether, the
world not existing for but himself and the arctic fox sitting so close to him.
Jack suddenly felt as if he was burning up. He could swear steam was rising
from his ears, his cheeks as hot as furnaces. And when the vixen looked over to
him, flashing him a wide smile, all her fascinating fangs on full display, Jack
was using every ounce of self-restraint to not launch off the chair like a
rocket, powered by sheer embarrassment and lustful need.
Nervous and enchanted all at once, Jack started thinking about how he
would keep the conversation alive between him and the goddess with fangs white
as pearls and yet sharp as knives. He knew he had to say something but what?
Then it hit him.
“A compliment.” he thought to himself.
He glanced back up in a flash to a glimmering smile.
“I don’t know what’s whiter: your smile or your coat.” he blurted out,
immediately regretting what he had just let out of his trap.
To his surprise however instead of a scoff, he heard a cute giggle from
a blushing vixen whose tail was now swaying elegantly.
“I bet you say that to all the arctic foxes.” the vixen said with a
coquettish grin, turning the hare such a deep shade of scarlet he could have
passed for a rabbit shaped strawberry. She was enjoying the flustered bunny’s
shocked look, drinking in every second, before he turned and directed all his
energy to devouring his carrot salad that would even put a wolf off his meal.
“Aww… such a shy sweetie.” the vixen thought, taking in the still beet
red buck. Through the expensive looking form fitting jacket and suit trousers,
the vixen could see the power within him. His clothes hugging his muscles in a
way that sent a jolt through her being. His grey fur, marked with those black
stripes across his head and ears only served to define his chiselled features.
Her eyes drifted down to his cottontail, perked up and twitching slightly, her
mind only just restraining her from running her claws through the alluring soft
tuft of fluff. Then his scent which, though she knew rabbit’s scents to be more
subdued then a fox’s musk, he radiated something… powerful. Breathing it in
like a divine fragrance, causing another hit of heat coursed through her being,
the vixen shook her head quickly, freeing her head of some not so innocuous
“So, it seems we’ve not introduced ourselves,” the vixen began,
extending a paw. “I’m Skye Frost, resident ZPD mechanic. Nice to meet
Jack wiped his mouth with a napkin that came in the plastic silverware
package then, dusting off his paws, shook the vixen’s right paw with a firm
“How rude of me,” Jack said, embarrassed at forgetting his manners.
“Detective Jack Oliver Savage and it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you Ms.
Frost.” he said with a grin starting into her royal blue eyes, his heart
beating as fast as a humming bird’s wings.
“The pleasure is all mine.” Skye replied, flattering her hare companion.
“Please Ms. Frost, forgive me for saying this, but you don’t really a lot of foxes working as mechanics.” Jack said cautiously, not wanting to offend the angelic fox. Slightly
bewildered, Skye didn’t know what to think as all she could think of is how
strong of a handshake he had and how flattering he was.
“Oh, don’t worry Mr. Savage, that’s only you and everyone else.” she
chuckled, looking back into Jack’s turquoise eyes.
She had to give it to the hare though, as Skye was a little more than
mildly surprised that he was taking her pawshake in his stride, not even
remotely flinching, making Skye grin a little.
Working as a mechanic on all manner and sized of vehicles, as well as
keeping herself in top shape through use of the ZPD gym, Skye had more strength
than mammals gave her credit for. Usually some mammal would saunter over to
her, all swagger and bravado, and throw some cliché line that would make her
cringe so much that it almost caused internal bleeding. But she would turn
around, greet then so sweetly, then shake their paw. She didn’t even need to
exert much pressure before the would-be suitor was trying to hide the pain
behind their shocked and pained eyes. They’d all give her some saccharine
pleasantry through gritted teeth, before skulking off, tail between their legs,
nursing their wounded pride and bruised paw.
Now though, even as she squeezed a little more than usual, the hare
didn’t even seem perturbed in the slightest, his smile resting easy on his
muzzle. “Clearly that muscle isn’t just for show.” Skye thought, a hot flash
fluttering in her chest.
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way either, but you don’t exactly
look like the usual brand of detective.” Skye commented, releasing his paw.
“Please call me Jack and no worries. Believe it or not it’s actually an
advantage being a rabbit detective. Trust me when I say… you would be
surprised.” He replied with a sly grin gazing into her azure gems for eyes.
Skye’s heart fluttered hearing that last sentence and she could feel herself on
the brink of losing her composure as she gazed back at Jack.
Just as Skye was thinking about her next move her watch began to beep.
Jack watched her as she tried to shut the annoying beeping up, pushing its
buttons frantically before the incessant beeping was halted.
“Well I would love to continue this conversation but, I’ve got to get
back to work. Unit 206 needs a new transfer box and I’ve got to have the old
one out by the end of the day or I’ll never get home.” Skye explained as she
got up from the table.
Trying to look as he knew what a transfer box was, Jack nodded as Skye
stood up, popping the last bite of the turkey sandwich into her paw, swallowing
it with a delighted moan.
“I guess I’ll see you round Sherlock.” Skye said with a playful grin,
before turning to walk away, giving a frisky flick of the tail that she knew would
get Jack’s ear all hot and bothered.
The hare’s eyes lingered on her tail for a moment, before drinking all
of her form in as she sauntered towards the door, stopping and giving a little
smirk before she left, leaving him with flushed cheeks and a pounding heart.
Jack’s gaze lingered on the closed door, feeling a little empty now she
was gone. But the recent memory still played in his mind. Her confidence, her
charm, her strength, her undeniable beauty. Jack sat there, letting the brief
moment they sat together replay in his mind.
“Hey.” came a familiar sly tone.
Startled from his thoughts, the detective looked across the tabled to
find the bunny and fox beaming back over to him, the same sly, knowing look
plastered across their faces.
“Oh erm… how’s it going Wilde?”
“Fine…” Nick replied in a sing-song tone. “Say Stripes, I gotta ask, did
you get a look at that vixen?” Jack’s mind couldn’t help but lose itself
immediately to the hypnotic memory of Skye as soon as she was mentioned. For
the first time in his life he felt something… different. Yet, for all the words
in the word, none of them could help him fully explain it.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of his reverie.
“Yes. Of course I did Wilde. How could I not?” he said, motioning his
paws towards the shut door. Nick let out a laugh, already enjoying how easy it
was to mess with Jack’s emotions.
“I know you did but, did you notice anything in particular? Like oh, I
don’t know, that maybe the fact that she likes you?” he said with a sly grin,
making Jacks check recolour themselves crimson.
Jack’s heart began to pound like a jackhammer in his chest. The
slightest thought that that Goddess with pearl white fangs and snow-white fur
had a crush on him sending him into love-struck reverie.
“You should go talk to her maybe ask her out! Ya know, like, for coffee.
That’s what I did with Judy.” Nick suggested, already playing cupid on his
theory that the striped rabbit had a crush on the vixen.
“C’mon Nick, leave the guy alone. We just got a call so we gotta go!” Judy
urged, already out of her seat and raring to get going.
“Well Stripes I gotta get moving or Carrots will drag me with her by the tie.
See ya later and don’t worry, maybe she won’t bite.” Nick said with a wink,
hopping off the chair and making his way over to his beautiful bunny. But just
as the couple had made their way halfway across the cafeteria, Judy suddenly
doubled back, heading straight towards the hare.
“Don’t worry Jack,” Judy said, giving her fellow lagomorph a friendly
punch on the arm. “Nick may not be everyone’s cup of tea but, on this stuff,
he’s generally never wrong. Besides, the way I heard her heart pounding, I’m
pretty sure whatever you’re feeling, it’s very, very mutual.”
With a smile, Judy dashed back over to her partner, the fox and bunny
trading quips and jibes as the canteen door’s closed, leaving the lonely hare
with a head full of thoughts and ears burning like a gas fire.
After a couple minutes of mulling over the idea of asking the most
beautiful mammal he’d ever had the pleasure to meet out for a cup of coffee,
Jack finally made up his mind.
“I’m going to do it. I’m gonna see if she’s really interested. I wonder
is she a mocha or an espresso kind of gal… or maybe just a strong cup of dark
roast?” He wondered to himself, finally getting up from the table, dumping his
rubbish in the bin, and making his way out of the cafeteria.
The rest of the day went by in a blur of paperwork, meetings, and
innocuous, boring conversations with mammals that Jack had a hard time
remembering the moment they left. His thoughts were still completely wrapped up
in the burning white-hot light that was Skye Frost.
Individual images of her flitted through his mind. Her piercing blue
eyes. Her wonderfully inviting smile, with those menacing yet marvellous teeth.
Her ears that twitched a little when he gave her a compliment. Her paws with
those wonderfully curious pads and intriguing claws. Her majestic, pure white
fur, with that tail of hers that sparked thoughts that ranged from vaguely
immodest to borderline pornographic. The memory of his half-baked excuses to
his colleagues, concerned about his reddened face and ears, still made him
cringe to think of them but even that could not stop his mind wandering back to
that heavenly fox.
Finishing up the last of his paperwork Jack turned off his computer and
left his cubicle, once again being one of the last to leave the building.
Heading over to the locker rooms, Jack glumly thought at what lay ahead of him.
Wandering back to his pokey apartment, vegging out on the sofa while lazily
stuffing his face with a subpar takeaway meal yet again before crawling into
bed and letting another day come where, yet again, he would be passed over for
true detective work and shoved back into his pokey cubicle for another day’s
Sure, Hopps had proved herself and, along with Wilde, were given proper
cases to deal with. However, the same courtesy seemed to have passed Jack by
when they were doling out assignments. He remembered back to his graduation
when he had been assigned to Deerbrooke County. Although a little disappointed
to be put in the country and not Zootopia itself, it had its charms and he
hadn’t minded the couple of years he spent out there with his little house,
fresh air, and friendly townsfolk, yet his true calling was back in Zootopia.
Although it was a hell of a lot quieter than Zootopia, he’d made a name
for himself as an efficient and energetic detective, always willing to go the
extra mile to solve a particular case which may have resulted in promotions
being handed out like candy and him hitting detective rank while others were
still waiting to be made Sergeant. It may have been because that cases in
Deerbrooke were about as common as a month of Sundays but, when he got the
documents through reassigning him to Precinct One in Zootopia, he had thought
his talents were finally being recognised. Guess reality had other ideas for
him, with his fuzzy butt still sat behind a desk, going through case files and
other miscellaneous office admin for over two months. Still, Nick and Judy had
made him welcome, even if they were always busy making the world a better
But at least there was that vixen now…
Shaking the lewder thoughts from his mind and rising blush in his
cheeks, Jack hopped up and grabbed the locker room door handle. Just as he was
about to open it though, the hare heard a loud crash, followed by a lot of
annoyed grunts and swears, emanating from the garage. Curious, Jack hopped down
and plodded off towards the kerfuffle, keen to investigate something, even if
it was just Nick and Judy getting up to late night antics… again.
As Jack reached the door to the garage he heard a loud metallic clang
followed by annoyed growl. Jack opened the door just enough to see a police SUV
up on a lift, air hoses draped over the arms of the lift.
Then he saw her, dressed in blue overalls with a sky-blue t-shirt
underneath. It was her. It was… Skye.
She was underneath the SUV making all sorts of noises with her tools
usually followed by a hate filled growl. His curiosity peeked, Jack let himself
in slowly and quietly closing the door behind him. As he began to observe the
goddess with fangs remove bolt after bolt from beneath the 4x4. Jack wanted to
get a closer look at her working, using her strong arms to break the bolts
loose where her pneumatic tools were useless, Jack began to slowly make his way
over to her, carefully trying not to disturb her. As Jack got closer though he
let his mind wander thinking about her.
“Strength and beauty has never looked so good.” Jack thought to himself
watching her work. But as he was daydreaming Jack broke his number one rule: never lose focus on the task at hand.
Without thinking Jack accidentally knocked over a small metal trash bin
full of old oil rags, with it hitting the floor with a loud thunk and spilling
the used rags all over the shop floor, which caught the attention of a certain
vixen. Jack tried to pick them up before the tall snow-white mechanic could
notice, but it was too late.
“You know, I don’t mind that you were spying on me, but knocking over a
bin of oily rags that I do.” She said in an irritated tone as she stood in
front of Jack looking down at him with those now icy blue eyes.
Busted, Jack knew he had to think of a quick response to get back on the
vixen’s good side.
“I’m sorry I um… I was walking by and I heard a loud noise and a loud
growl. I thought you might had hurt yourself.” He replied nervously.
Looking at him, Skye felt confused. On one paw, she was ticked that
someone entered her shop after hours without her knowing. On the other she was
flattered that her once silent observer cared enough to come check if she was
“Well thanks for looking out for me but I need to get back to work, this
damn thing is the only reason I’m not at home having warm bath and a glass of
wine.” Skye moaned, gesturing tiredly to the 4x4 behind her.
Jack sighed, feeling guilty about what he’d done. He got the gist from
the vixen that she was not in the mood for a chat and instead got set cleaning
up the mess he’d caused. Soon Jack finished picking up last of the spilled rags
and wiped up all the traces of oil on the polished floor. Skye had returned to
her place trying to remove the stubborn bolt from the 4x4. He couldn’t help but
wonder what was holding her up from going home. Naturally Jack felt a need to
help and maybe get the chance to ask her out.
“Hey uh… Skye?” he asked nervously.
Sighing at being interrupted again, Skye looked down at the hare in
front of her.
“Jack. My name’s Jack.” he replied, a little perturbed by the fact she
forgot his name.
“Right Jack, forgive me I’m terrible with names.” she responded holding
a socket ratchet with a long extension in her right grease stained paw.
“Well… do you need a paw?” Jack asked, gesturing to the stubborn
“No, I…” Skye halted her response after gazing at Jack for just a
moment. She realized that he had small enough paws and build to get into the
area her own paws couldn’t reach. Even with her array of tools she couldn’t the
most stubborn inaccessible bolt loose from its hole.
“Yes… would you give me a paw?” She inquired, smiling down at the grey
Jack couldn’t help but become weak at the knees seeing those brilliant
white fangs again. He blinked his eyes and shook his head.
“Sure, how may I assist in you getting home for your warm bath?” he said
with a sly grin, cocking an eyebrow suggestively.
Skye let out a giggle.
“Could you help me get that last bolt loose. My partners in crime is
usually here to help me with stuff like this, but she’s off sick and he’s off
on vacation so I’ve been shorthanded for the week.”
“Sure, where’s the bolt?”
“Top right-hand corner, it’s the only one left on the top joining the
transfer box to the gearbox. I’d get it myself but the way its mounted up and
with that fixed cross-member in the way I can’t get to it.” She explained,
elaborating on the 4WD’s over engineered frame.
Jack looked up at her and then to 4WD. Confused to how he was supposed
to get up that high.
Skye handed him the socket ratchet.
“Well you have the ratchet go on.” she insisted.
Jack laughed. “What do you think I’m going to jump up there?”
“Well you are a bunny I thought that’s what you do, right?” she asked
with a grin showing just a flash of her fangs.
“Well yeah but…”
Before Jack could respond Skye quickly reached down and grabbed him then
put him on top of her shoulders.
“Hey whoa! what are you doing?” He said, surprised by the vixen’s quick
“Giving you a lift.” she replied in a matter of fact way.
“Don’t you would have a ladder or something?” Jack asked, steadying
himself on her soft shoulders.
“Nope. Now look straight ahead… do you see that green dot?” She said
describing the color coded bolt head.
Not knowing what he was looking at he searched for the green dot and
after a few seconds spotted it in an unusually tight to reach area.
“Found it!” Jack happily exclaimed.
Jack had some knowledge of mechanics but not much. As he worked his way
up into the small space to access the stubborn bolt Skye was looking up at him
working his strong arms breaking the bolt loose.
“Okay, stop. Don’t loosen it anymore just hang out on to the
cross-member while I get the sky jack to lower it down.”
Jack noticed her looking at him he thought this might be another chance
“Take your time I could hang out here all night.” He said happily,
hanging like a sloth from the cross-member.
Skye quickly rolled the tall jack under the transfer box to support
it the put Jack back on her shoulders.
“Alright go ahead take the bolt out.” Skye said, holding the transfer
box to support it.
“Right.” Jack responded.
Jack gave the bolt a couple of turns and out it came.
Skye held on to the chunk of aluminium as she wheeled it out from under
the SUV with Jack still on her shoulders to her work bench, sliding it onto the
table and letting out a sigh of relief.
“Thank heavens that’s done. Now I can go home!” she exclaimed.
“This is it,” Jack thought to himself “this is when I should ask her.”
“Before you go I have two questions.” Jack asked quickly, lest he lose
“Go for it Stripes.” she stated, looking up at the dapper rabbit still
on her shoulders.
“First: could you put me down?” Jack said, starting to feel a little
flustered again as her soft fur brushed against him.
“Oh, sure!” Skye replied, a little embarrassed she forgot to put him
down, grabbing him off her shoulders and setting Jack back down on his own
feet, blushing as she did so.
“And the second one?” she asked feeling anxious about the next question
not knowing what the handsome stud had to ask.
“Do you want to maybe… go out for a coffee or maybe a drink tomorrow
night after work, seeing as it’s Friday tomorrow?” Jack said, hoping it sounded
as cool as it did in his head.
Her eyes bulged for a second, before a small smirk pulled at the corners
of her lips. Jack, clearly trying to play it all suave and sophisticated, as if
he were some sort of secret agent, looked anything but. His nose was twitching
nervously, his eyes laced with an earnest and hopeful gleam, his ears quickly
turning from a slightly embarrassed pink blush to the deepest beet red.
“Such a nervous Nellie.” Skye thought, repressing a chuckle at the
unarguably cute spectacle before her.
“Sure, sounds like fun.” Skye said, the smirk effortlessly transitioning
to an easy smile.
A look of complete and utter astonishment raced across his face. All his
nervous movements halted to be replaced by a jaw hanging open, eyes that were
nearly bulging out of their sockets, a nose that had halted cutely mid-twitch,
his previous blushing ears now stood firmly at attention. With the dazed look
he was giving her, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the million mile
an hour thoughts Jack was having had come to such an almighty halt that it
crashed his entire thought process. A mental blue screen of death.
Letting the lagomorph quickly reboot himself, he coughed and smoothed
down his ears, trying unsuccessfully to appear more relaxed than he clearly
“Aweso- I mean yeah, yeah, that’s er, that’s cool. So d’you er, d’you
want me to, you know, pi… pick you up after your shift if, if you want. I mean
if you’re busy or whatever that’s fine, I can just-…”
“I get off shift about one tomorrow,” Skye interjected, saving Jack from
his awkward fumbling. “Got a half day anyway. Even us mechanics have to
take a break every now and again. You get off at five but, looking at the way
you work, I’m betting that’s more like six, seven-ish isn’t it? So how about I
pick you up after work?”
“Yeah, sounds… sounds good.” Jack murmured, looking as if his brain still
wasn’t quite registering that this was actually happening.
“Oh, hang on a sec.”
Quickly turning on her heel, Skye sped off to a door on the far side of
the garage, leaving Jack alone in the darkened room, still trying to come to
grips with everything that was happening, his mind still only working at
fifty-five percent capacity.
“She… she said yes.” The thought becoming more solid and and
unbelievably real in his mind. “She said yes. She wants to go for a drink
with me. Me? Really? The glorified admin worker? The hare holding onto the idea
of being an actual detective again by a hair’s breadth? Me? This has got to be
a joke. Someone’s got to be recording this for Ewetube or something. Or one of
those prank shows. Oh God, she’s going to come out there with a camera crew,
isn’t she? This all a big set-up! I knew it was too good to be true! I bloody
Skye suddenly reappeared from the door, walking now at a calmer pace
than the near sprint she left him, hips slightly sashaying, tail wagging
slightly, she gently sauntered across the otherwise empty repair space.
Stopping in front of him, smiling as sweetly as ever, Jack was about to
call her out on her elaborate ruse, wishing for this cruel joke to be over
with, when he suddenly noticed the small black device in her paw.
“Sorry about that, so can you just give me your number? I’ve got a
memory like a sieve so unless I put it down now I’ll never remember it.”
“You… you want my number?” Jack asked, almost incredulously.
“Well duh!” Skye commented, as if stating the obvious. “How else am
I going to call this buck to tell him to get out of his cubicle and get ready!”
Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out his number to Skye,
with Skye reading it back to make sure it was right, with only one number
needing to be changed.
“Okay and… done!” Skye proclaimed, hitting the save contact button with
a theatrical flourish. “I’ll text you to make sure it’s right,
“Erm, yeah sure.” Jack said, still unsure whether the cameras were still
“Cool! Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
And before Jack could say anymore Skye quickly turned and headed
back to the room she been in before, Jack’s eyes drawn to her freely swinging
tail before the door closed behind her.
He wasn’t sure when he had left the garage, gone to the locker rooms and
changed, but by the time he had come out of autopilot mode, he was out already
standing outside the revolving doors of the ZPD.
“That… that happened… right?” Jack thought.
As if to punctuate his thoughts, a sharp ping rang out from his phone.
Pulling it out he saw he had one text from an unknown number. He quickly opened
it, still not quite believing it could be from her.
Hey, it’s Skye. Was beginning to think you’d never ask. See you
tomorrow sweetie. :)
“She… she’s looking forward to tomorrow.” Jack thought. “It wasn’t
a set-up. She wants to see me. She wants to see me tomorrow. She wanted me to
ask her. She called me sweetie! SHE CALLED ME SWEETIE!”
A few noise complaints were put in that night, several mammals all
complaining about a mad hare bouncing all over the place, as if someone had
poured an entire vat of coffee down his throat, yelling at the top of his tiny
lungs. When asked what he was yelling, they all replied the same thing.
Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps were doing their usual patrol in the Rainforest District of Zootopia. Nick looked at his partner and noticed a concerned look on his partner’s face. “Carrots? What’s wrong?” Nick asked. Judy pointed over to an alleyway. There Nick saw a young fox and a rabbit that looked around her age being cornered into the alleyway by a couple of large jaguars. “We got to help see what’s wrong!” Judy exclaimed. Judy stopped the car and got out and rushed over to the jaguars.
David insisted to keep Alex behind him. He may be just a bunny, but he was going to protect his girlfriend at all costs.
Alex bared her fangs at the two jaguars. The creeps were friends of her ex-boyfriend. Apparently, Marco found out about her new boyfriend and decided to send his buddies after them.
“Take a chill pill, foxy. Marco only wants your new chew toy dead,” one of the jaguars said.
David then noticed the cops coming their way. “Hey, better split kitties. The cops are here,” he warned.
The two brutes to their attention to the cops and laughed. “We’ll take care of them first,” said one.
One of the jaguars charged at Nick and managed to knock him to the ground. “NICK!” Judy yelled. The one jaguar was trying to punch Nick but Nick dodged each hit. Suddenly the other jaguar charged at Judy but Judy hopped into the air and kicked the jaguar in the face sending him to stumble backwards. “Hey Carrots,” Nick gasped. “Hate to bother you but I need some help. The other jaguar managed to grab to Nick into a choke hold. Judy rushed to her partners aid and was about to jump kick the other jaguar until she felt a hard tug at her ears and she was lifted up into the air by the jaguar she kicked. Judy tried to fight back but it was no use. The jaguar gave a loud laugh.
“Geez, did you really think you had a chance against us?” the jaguar holding Judy laughed.
The jaguar was about to shred the bunny when Alex jumped up and bit his paw. He let out a roar and dropped the officer.
David jumped on the other jaguar’s back and pull on his whiskers. That jaguar’s head reared back causing him great pain. He loosened his grip on the fox before throwing the bunny off of himself.
Alex then ran to her boyfriend’s side to check on him.
Judy was dazed and rubbed her ears. She then noticed the jaguar that held her up was now slowly approaching Alex and David. Judy ran towards the jaguar and jumped up and kicked the jaguar to the ground and cuffed his paws behind his back. Nick was still struggling with his attacker until he bit his paw. The jaguar roared with pain and then Nick punched him in the face causing the jaguar to stumble and fall to the ground, knocked out. Nick got up and brushed him self off. “Well that wasn’t too hard,” he joked. Judy looked over at Alex and David. “Are you two alright?” She asked?
Alex helped David up, before answering her. “Yeah, we’re good. How about you two?” she asked.
David brushed himself off. He was a little soar, but he was fine. “We owe you guys big time,” he thanked.
One more minute alone with those felines and the rabbit would have been dead. Both teens were eternally grateful.
“No problem,” Nick said. “And thanks for your help as well.” Judy nodded in agreement and turned to look at Nick. “Nick read the attackers their Miranda Rights and put in the squad car,” Judy said. Nick nodded and cuffed his attacker. Nick pulled both jaguars up and walked them to the police car. Judy turned and looked back at Alex and David. “Who were they?” She asked.
The grey fox sighed heavily. “They’re a couple of my ex-boyfriend’s buddies. The jerk found out about David and sent those creeps to kill him,” she answered.
Alex then hugged her boyfriend. She was so close to losing him. David returned the hug and then looked over at Judy.
“I know it’s kinda weird for a fox and rabbit to be together, but… We care about each other, so that’s what’s important, right?” David said.
“Of course,” Judy said smiling. Nick arrived back to the group and turned to Alex and David. “Will you be pressing and charges…um what are your names?“
The vixen answered, “Heck, yeah we’re pressing charges. They tried to murder my boyfriend!”
David rubbed her arm to calm her down. “I’m David and this is Alex,” he introduced.
“I’m Nick Wilde and this is my partner Judy Hopps” Nick said. “Do you know where your ex’s location?” Judy asked.
“Last time I checked jail, but I guess he got out. Before he got the book he lived here,” she answered.
“It’s nice to meet you,” replied David.
“Nice to meet you too,” Judy said.
“Do you think any more of your ex’s friends are gonna come after you and David?” Nick asked.
Alex began to hug herself. It was disturbing to know that Marco was back. “He has a lot of friends, so probably. I’m not so sure we’ll be as lucky next time,” she answers with a worried tone.
David grabbed her paw and gave it a squeeze. He wished there was something he could do to ease her fears.
Judy pondered for a moment. “Would you two like a ride home, just in case?” Judy asked.
The couple nodded. “Yeah, that would be amazing. Thank you,” David answered.
They followed the officers to the cop car. The ride would at least keep them safe until then.
David looked over at Alex. “Why don’t you stay with my family tonight? We’ll just leave out the part about me almost getting killed,” he smiled.
Alex nodded with a half grin. “Yeah, sure,” she answered.
“We’ll have to stop by the station too drop off your ex’s friends first” Nick said. “It shouldn’t take too long. Would that be ok?”
Alex answered, “Yeah, that’s fine. The sooner those creeps are behind bars the better.”
David nodded in agreement. He held his girlfriend’s paw all the way to the station. It was a long ride, but the two teens didn’t mind.
When they arrived at the station Judy took the attackers out of the car and into the station. Nick turned around and looked at the teens. “Has anything like this happen before Alex?” Nick asked.
The vixen shook her head. “No, this is the first. It probably was one of the first things Marco did when he got out,” she answered.
She wished the creep would just move on already. However, she knew he wouldn’t.
“Don’t worry, we’ll catch him,” Nick said. A few minutes passed and Judy came back to the car and got into the driver’s seat. Judy turned and looked at the teens. “Your ex was last seen in Tundratown,according to your attackers Alex.” Judy said. “Do any of you two live near there?”
David answered, “No, we live pretty deep in Rainforest District. My house is only a couple blocks from Vines High School.”
The vixen was confused that Marco would be in Tundra Town. Why would he be there? This information worried her. She prayed he wasn’t getting into big crime and making more dangerous contacts.
Judy started the car up and began driving to the Rainforest District. The drive was a bit longer due to traffic but eventually they managed to arrive at David’s house. In the drive they saw two cars, one of them being a red sportscar. Nick turned and looked at David. “Hey David, is that red car your’s?” He asked
David frowned when he saw the sports car. He didn’t know anybody with that kind of wheels, nor did any of his family. “No, my parents are just a teacher and an antique dealer. Plus, I only have a part-time job at Bugaburger. None of us can afford something like that,” he answered.
Alex was getting a bad feeling about all of this. She grabbed her boyfriend’s paw out of instinct. Her gut was telling her to run. However, if his family was in there they would have no choice but to stay.
“I don’t like this. Something’s off,” she commented.
Nick and Judy exchanged a worried look at each other. “Kids stay in the car,” Judy said as she and Nick got out of the car and slowly walked into the house with their tranquilizers out.
Inside the house three invaders held guns towards the Coney family. One of them, an artic wolf, demanded, “Where’s your son, David?”
Mr. Coney trembled as he tried to cover his wife and some of his kits. “Look, I don’t know! What do you want with him?” he asked.
One of the other intruders, an artic fox, growled, “Let just say a buddy of ours has a son that wants him dead.”
The last one, another wolf, laughed, “Even if you lie to us, I’m sure the others will find him.”
Nick and Judy slowly looked through the window and saw the invaders holding the family at gunpoint. Nick and Judy slowly cretin to the door and nodded at each other. Judy kicked the door open with her tranquilizer drawn “ZPD FREEZE!” She yelled.
The intruders were surprised when the two officers barged in. The artic fox took a shot at the cops and ran for the open window. The wolf in charge snarled, “Come back here coward!”
The fox yelled back as he jumped out. “I don’t do cops!” He then disappeared into the dense vegetation.
The wolf then turned his attention back to the officers. The white fox had missed them! Now that they were evenly matched the wolves surrendered.
Judy looked at Nick. “Go and see if the kids are aright,” Judy said. Nick nodded and exited the house. Judy turned and looked at the invaders. “Where’s your boss?” Judy asked.
The wolf in charge growled at the bunny officer. “What makes you think we’ll tell you anything flat foot?” he answered.
Outside the two teens saw the artic fox make his escape. David was freaked on what could be happening in the house. Alex did her best to calm him down.
When they saw Nick come back out. David jumped out the car with Alex chasing after him. “What’s going on!? Is my family ok!?” he asked frantic.
“You’re family is alright,” Nick said. “Judy is trying to find out where your ex is now.”
“You’re going to have to refrain from calling me ‘flatfoot’” Judy growled.
The other wolf’s ears flattened against his head. He wasn’t sure if he was willing to get in worse with cops for his buddy’s sake. “I- I… He was at the Grudder’s Fish Warehouse the last we heard.”
The wolf in charge snapped at him. “Shut it, stupid!”
Judy smirked. Just then Nick and the teens came in. Judy turned to Nick “Let’s book them,” Judy said. Nick and Judy slowly approached the invaders, handcuffed them, and began reading their Miranda Rights.
Mrs. Coney pointed an accusing finger at the vixen. “You! It was you who got our David into this mess! I knew you were no good!” she yelled.
Her husband held her back from slapping the grey fox. However, he blamed Alex for all this as well. “Son, this relationship ends now,” he ordered.
David kept himself between Alex and his parents. The poor vixen’s ears fell back against her head. They always hated her and really couldn’t blame them.
“That’s not happening! You can’t blame her for this,” argued David.
Mr. Coney grabbed his son and pulled him away from the vixen. “She almost got us killed! So, if you want to remain apart of this family you’ll get rid of her!” he yelled.
David jerked himself away from his father. “Fine!” he yelled back. He then turned and grabbed Alex as he headed towards the front door.
Alex protested, “But David…”
The young rabbit continued to pulled her out the door. “If I have to choice between them and you, I’m going to choice you,” he interrupted.
“Alex had nothing to do with this,” Nick intervened as Judy took the invaders to the squad car. “It was all her ex’s plan” soon Judy came back and looked at Alex. “One of the invaders said that your ex is at Grudder’s Fish Warehouse.” Judy said. “Does that mean anything to you? ”
Mr. Coney fumed, “That’s what we mean, officer. HER ex. She’s still to blame. If our David hadn’t been involved with her he wouldn’t have been a target.”
Mrs. Coney added, “This is why you should never associate with foxes!”
David’s just glared at his parents. “A fox helped save your lives,” he said. He then wrapped his arm around Alex’s waist.
Alex thought a moment. “I think, Marco’s dad works there,” she answered.
“Will you two be alright here while we go get Marco? ” Nick asked with a worried look on his face
“We aren’t staying here, but we’ll be fine,” David answered as he glared at his parents. He had no intention of keeping Alex in this hostile environment.
Alex added, “No one knows where I live expect me and David, so we should be safe there.” The vixen felt horrible for David being put in this position.
The young buck then wrote his cell number down and handed it to Nick. “Just give us a call when you catch him or if you need is for anything,” he said.
“OK, just be careful you two,” Judy said. “We’ll call you if we catch Marco.” The officers left the house and drove to Tundratown. The officers parked a few blocks away from the Warehouse. The officers slowly snuck into the Warehouse and heard muffled voices
Mr. Anthony, Marco’s father, was close to strangling the artic fox before him. “Ya, coward! If ya had stayed with the others ya might of been able to successfully cap the cops!” snarled the older jaguar.
The fox coward before the large feline. “Hey, I’m sorry! But you didn’t say anything about cops. I’ve got kits, man,” he apologized.
Marco crossed his arms brooding. Twice they failed to kill the stupid bunny. He wanted to his girl back and these pin heads were screwing it up.
None of the mammals had any idea about the officers outside.
The voices got louder as Nick and Judy slowly climbed the stairs. They slowly crept to the wall and listen to what was going on, with their tranquilizers drawn
Mr. Anthony waved the fox off. “Just leave, before I decided to knock your block off,” he threatened. The artic fox scurried away.
Marco went up to his father. “I need her back Pops! Why does everyone keep screwing up!? You know she’s too good a catch to lose,” he complained.
His father smack the back of his head. “Relax, we’ll kill that bunny and get your precious vixen back,” he scolded.
Nick and Judy quickly crept to the other side of the door so that they wouldn’t be spotted and watched the artic wolf go down the stairs and out of the building. The officers looked at the open door and nodded. They jumped into the room with their tranquilizers drawn. “Freeze!” They both yelled
The two jaguars froze when they were confronted by the cops. They hadn’t expected to be snicked out.
Mr. Anthony held his paws up. “This must be a simple misunderstanding, officers. We’ve done nothing wrong,” he lied.
“Oh really?” Judy asked as she took out her recorder pen. Judy pressed the button and the recorder played back the conversation
Both jaguars growled when they heard the recording.
“Which one snitched?” ask Mr. Anthony. The older feline had plans on giving the traitor stitches.
Marco began to panic and tried making a break for it.
Nick lept forward and grabbed Marco. Judy chuckled. “No one snitched,” she said. “If anyone did it was you”
Marco gave up when the fox had him. He was too close to the dart gun to successfully fight back. It didn’t keep him from baring his teeth at vulpine though. “This isn’t over,” the young jaguar growled.
Mr. Anthony growled at the rabbit officer, but kept his paws in the air. If he did anything it would only be worse for him and son. “Just keep your mouth shut, boy. You already made it worse by running,” he scolded.
The officers led the father and son to the squad car and put them in the back. The officers got in the car and Nick started driving. They eventually arrived at the police station and Nick escorted the father and son inside. Judy stayed behind and began to call Alex and David.
David heard his cell ring and answered it. “Hello?” he asked.
The two had been staying at Alex’s old tin shack nervously waiting for an update on Marco.
“Hello David it’s Judy,” she said. “I’m glad to say we got Marco and his father”
David sighed with relief. “Oh, thank goodness,” he replied. The rabbit then turned to the vixen. “They got him.”
Alex hugged him overjoyed. They were finally safe.
“I can’t thank you guys enough,” he added.
“It’s what we do,” Judy said. “So you two will be ok?”
“Now that Marco is gone, yeah. We’ll be fine,” he answered.
It will be rough for a while, but the two love birds knew they would make it.
The rabbit then hung up the phone and hug his vixen. Nothing would ever separate them.
The jaguar is the largest cat in the Americas. Its muscular, compact frame is built for strength and stealth rather than extended pursuit. A jaguar’s jaws can crush the skulls of small mammals and can even pierce turtle shells. For larger prey, it pounces, bringing down the victim by wrenching the head with a swipe of its wide paw.
These jaguars are seeking prey at dusk, as is typical for large predators. Sometimes siblings and mating pairs travel together, but usually jaguars roam alone. Young males may wander hundreds of miles to establish territory, which they mark in their catlike way: by spraying, cheek-rubbing and claw-raking.
Jaguars in Mexico and the United States are almost always yellowy tan with black spots called rosettes. Black jaguars, though, are occasionally seen in rain forests. The rosettes of black jaguars are still faintly visible.