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Syi awoke hours before the sun rose, even in this world of stone and timbers she still maintained some of her hunter’s instincts. Stirring beside her the man she had known long ago mumbled something in his sleep. Very carefully she rolled out of his arms and onto the floor, her padded feet allowing her to move silently as any wraith.
Restless she paced, this place it was not Africa, it was not home, even the very walls seemed to close in around, forming a cage of strange materials that separated her from the world around her. Looking up, she frowned at the ceiling, Jack and never mentioned that his people lived in cages so cut off from nature. A great sense of longing tugged at her, a need to be free, to be able to run and feel the heat of the sun on her fur, the tall savanna grasses cutting at her legs as she ran through them after her prey.

Favoring him one last look she debated waking him, and decided against it. He looked tired, and she could not fault him. It was something she had come to love about his species, he looked so peaceful in sleep. On silent feet she padded back to the side of the bed and placed a kiss on his cheek, ‘I will be back Jack…’ She whispered in his ear.

Then withdrawing, she pulled out a small tattered cloth sack and extracted the few articles she had managed to bring with her. Tying the worn cloth around her, she drank in their smell, rich scents, scents that brought back memories of home.

With a quick glance around, to make sure there was no one there to see her, she reached under the bed and extracted her second possession she had managed to keep. Three spears, a parting gift from her friend who had helped her get this far. She debated taking them, but after what she had seen, it would not do to walk around this stone jungle unarmed.

After all this city, this Zootopia was not her home.

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Syi awoke hours before the sun rose, even in this world of stone and timbers she still maintained some of her hunter’s instincts. Stirring beside her the man she had known long ago mumbled something in his sleep. Very carefully she rolled out of his arms and onto the floor, her padded feet allowing her to move silently as any wraith.
Restless she paced, this place it was not Africa, it was not home, even the very walls seemed to close in around, forming a cage of strange materials that separated her from the world around her. Looking up, she frowned at the ceiling, Jack and never mentioned that his people lived in cages so cut off from nature. A great sense of longing tugged at her, a need to be free, to be able to run and feel the heat of the sun on her fur, the tall savanna grasses cutting at her legs as she ran through them after her prey.

Favoring him one last look she debated waking him, and decided against it. He looked tired, and she could not fault him. It was something she had come to love about his species, he looked so peaceful in sleep. On silent feet she padded back to the side of the bed and placed a kiss on his cheek, ‘I will be back Jack…’ She whispered in his ear.

Then withdrawing, she pulled out a small tattered cloth sack and extracted the few articles she had managed to bring with her. Tying the worn cloth around her, she drank in their smell, rich scents, scents that brought back memories of home.

With a quick glance around, to make sure there was no one there to see her, she reached under the bed and extracted her second possession she had managed to keep. Three spears, a parting gift from her friend who had helped her get this far. She debated taking them, but after what she had seen, it would not do to walk around this stone jungle unarmed.

After all this city, this Zootopia was not her home.