A stylized anthropomorphic coyote police officer with a tactical vest and scars, holding a serrated knife, stands in the rain in front of a police car with neon signs in the background.

a rugged, battle-hardened coyote standing in the flickering neon glow of Zootopia’s Rainforest District, his navy blue eyes gleaming with predatory focus beneath the shadow of his furrowed brow. His right ear is permanently bent—a jagged tear running through it—while the rest of his tawny-gray fur is crisscrossed with raised, silvery scars from close encounters with taser blades, visible where his ripped tactical vest hangs open. A small, worn silver chain dangles around his neck, three engraved names—*Trevor, Elaine, Cunningham*—catching the dim light as he adjusts the grip on a serrated knife balanced effortlessly between his fingers. His posture is coiled, ready, a stolen police cruiser idling behind him with its door hanging open, the scent of burnt rubber lingering in the air. The smirk pulling at his muzzle is equal parts arrogance and grief—this isn’t just a thief; this is a ghost with a vendetta, and he’s *enjoying* the chase. See more