WildeHood: A Zootopia and Robin Hood Crossover

Chapter 10

Sir Guy had trampled through the misty rain too long. The other side of the forest was sunny and dry, but the rain had decided to follow him. Finally, he found the tree he was looking for. He ran his claws around the bark until he found the door, knocking before slowly opening it.

Without stepping inside, he admired the colorfully lit space, until he was grabbed by the collar and thrown to the ground. Vixen slammed the door and sneered at the gray fox that was now sprawled across his floor, attempting to raise up. "Of all the doorways to linger in, why this one?"

"You have impeccable taste, what can I say?", he replied, glancing around the room again. "Or should I give that credit to your talking firefly?"

"Pix is in a timeout for the time being." He motioned towards the shelf behind him, where a bottle was occasionally lighting up, jerking, and releasing inaudible complaints.

"I see...."

Vixen then turned his gaze downwards at a large book resting on his table, and flipped a page. "I trust you have something promising to share with me."

"I did meet up with him, but he didn't seem to have anything of importance to say. I did, however, get a closer look at the council than I expected. Robin put himself on the spot in front of the prince. The outcome was..."

Vixen's eyes widened.

"The prince has made Robin wanted dead or alive. He's after the same thing we are. The question is, do we compete with it, or use it to our advantage? Then of course, there's your mistake. Let's not overlook that."

He burst into laughter . "Oh, Guy. I give you what gold I have, what food I can spare, give you shelter from the Deer Knights, and I even go as far as to promise you your heart's desire since your childhood should we succeed. And still, you don't trust my judgement?"

"You can't expect me to believe you brought this 'Nick' creature into it on purpose."

"No. No, I didn't. I just got lucky. The gem did."

A soft knock alarmed them both, sending their eyes to the door.

Vixen glared at him, his fists and jaw clenched. "You've been followed!"

"No I've not! I made sure of it!"

It was aggressive this time.

Vixen grabbed his sword and prepared to open the door. "Stay out of sight!", he barked, and Sir Guy balled himself up behind the table.

Vixen's arms tensed as he held the blade up near his head. He kicked the door open, but nothing was standing there. Something was laying there. A wolf, clasping his paws on a bleeding wound on the right side of his stomach. Every few seconds, he exhaled in pain, kicking and grabbing his stomach tighter.

"A Royal Archer? How did you find us?"

"I could smell another wolf from mmmiles away," he uttered, barely loud enough to be heard. "B-but, you're not a...are you?"

"Guy, come here. Help me carry him inside."

Guy slowly rose from behind the table, walked over, and grabbed the wolves' legs just above his ankles, while Vixen grabbed his wrists.

"He's seen too much," Sir Guy mouthed, as they raised him.

Vixen just smiled as they sat him down in the backside of the tree. Then, he found a small, lumpy pillow on one of the crowded shelves and placed it under his patient's head.

Quickly, he restarted the fire in the stone pit and grabbed his mortar and pestle from nearby. He then casually moved from shelf to shelf, grabbing a pawful of rose petals, a few leaves of periwinkle, and geranium, grinding them to a fine powder. When he was satisfied with the texture, he added honey. He heated it over the crackling fire until it was liquified, then dipped a rag into the warm mixture. The room was filled with a sometimes sweet, sometimes sickening smell, like rotting wood. He glanced over to see that the desperate creature's glittering eyes were watching him intently. Vixen sat on his knees next to him and lifted the wolf's garment, exposing the broad arrow wound in his slim structure. He was presumably hit by one of his own by mistake. The wolf breathed in relief as the steaming cloth was placed over him.

"You should drink the rest if you can," Vixen ordered, offering to pour it down his throat. But, the wolf slowly reached up, swiped it from him, and did it himself.

"What do they call you?

The wolf didn't answer. "Don't worry about such conversations now. I need to save my breath. You do know of the wolf's code of honor, don't you? I owe you something. I don't have much."

Vixen noticed a folded piece of parchment in the wolf's breast pocket. "What's this?", he asked, already taking it for himself. He unraveled the creasings, revealing a map of the kingdom, with a red line going down some of it's more prominent roads. Where the line began were the initials "PJ".

"Prince John's taking a tour of the kingdom today," the wolf replied. "He should have left not long ago."

Vixen took another long look at the map before folding it up and delicately sticking it in a lower pocket
of his robe. "This is all I'll be needing."

The wolf squinted his eyes in confusion.

Vixen began to open the door and motioned for Sir Guy to follow him. Once they were outside, they brought their voices down to a whisper.

"What are you thinking, exactly?", Sir Guy asked, his arms folded.

"Don't concern yourself with him. He won't make it through the night." He handed him the folded map. "This- this is something that we just need to... speed things up a bit. If what you say is true, I think we may have just found Robin. Nick can't be far behind."