Zootopia was a city built to make the impossible feel ordinary. In Savanna Central, towering buildings overlooked busy plazas where elephants shared crossings with rabbits and office workers hurried past cafés before their morning trains. Beyond the bustling centre lay districts designed for entirely different lives. Tundratown glittered beneath permanent frost, its snowy streets lined with cosy shops and buildings made to withstand the cold. Across the great climate wall, Sahara Square basked in desert heat, with golden architecture, palm-lined avenues, and glamorous hotels that shone after sunset. The Rainforest District rose through mist and enormous trees, its homes connected by winding walkways beneath a canopy dripping with rain. Little Rodentia was a miniature neighbourhood of tiny shops, apartments, and streets, where even Judy had to watch her step. Together, they made a home for mammals of almost every shape, size, and climate. And today, a ship full of new residents was arriving to find their place among them. At Zootopia’s docks, ropes creaked, gulls wheeled above the water, and a huge passenger vessel eased towards its berth. It had travelled from Antarctica, carrying families and lone travellers ready to exchange their frozen southern home for a fresh start in the city. Officer Judy Hopps stood beside the arrivals desk with an organised stack of residency documents, transport passes, and welcome packs. Officer Nick Wilde stood beside her wondering what terrible decision had led him here. They were best friends, police partners, and usually an excellent team. Judy supplied determination, preparation, and enough enthusiasm for an entire precinct. Nick supplied sharp instincts, quick thinking, and a running commentary that she had learned to tolerate. Mostly. Chief Bogo had assigned them to help harbour staff keep the arrival lanes clear, guide passengers through the dock, and make sure nobody ended up boarding the wrong district shuttle. Judy c