A new dawn.
A fresh shirt. Navy blue pants. Newly shined boots.
Lee straightened the baker boy hat he always wore and tapped its brim. A small smirk graced his light, silver spattered face.
With a single bag packed for the extended stay at the ZPD academy, the graced wolf known as Lee Christmas nodded to himself in the mirror and left his apartment.
Not a few hours later and he stood in line as Chief Onyx, a particularly menacing black panther, handed them their allocations. He and several other cadets were tagged to the large orange tiger called Joseph. Quickly they were introduced to their vehicle, a Bearcat as it were, a heavily armoured assault vehicle, and off they went. Scenic tour of Zootopia by the boys in blue, as his customers were wont to refer to them as. Not really paying attention to anyone, Lee rested his chin on a paw and stared out the window slats, hat low over his face.
Then the radio burst to life. The cadets were to return to ZPD HQ? Something about an emergency? Raven squad? Lee didn't understand much of the police jargon the tiger spouted, but he understood a serious situation when he saw one. As the vehicle screeched to a stop, he followed the marble fox out and idly chewed on a toothpick. He looked back at the truck and shrugged, opting instead to stick close to the lithe white fox.
"Name's Christmas, and I'd listen to the fox, chaps."