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Jack Savage was always a overachieving bunny, his feats on the ZIA covering the walls of his amazing office. Being such a bunny, he always tackled the hardest challenges, and succeeded. He could never have imagined though, that his hardest challenge was a vixen.
Skye was her name, her disgusting, grease covered fur and coarse language, alongside with manners that would make a seamammal blush made her possibly the least romantic mammal on earth. But under her callous attitude and dirty fur, hid a gem. As she unwound down from her job, she'd turn into a complete sweetheart. Her aggressive attitude replaced by an easy-going one. It took weeks to get her to treat him as more than a client, months to treat him more than a friend, and years for both to admit they were meant to be with each other.
The marriage was at a small charming farm back at Jack Savage's hometown, Skye didn't care for big marriages, only if there would be a great party after it. Jack didn't mind either, thiugh he did waste a fair amount of time planning it. After an amazing honeymoon, both decided they should settle down, and they should do it at Bunnyburrow.
A small den or burrow, they placed on the door "Savage's". Seemed ironic considering what had happened in Zootopia. A phonecall broke their bucolic paradise, a last mission for agent Jack Savage. Five months, but a payment that guaranteed both would never starve and several other goodies. A discussion broke, but eventually the vixen yielded her daredevil bunny wish. A peck on the cheek as he left, he waved away, both with pained heart.
Blood, mud, gunpowder and whisky were smells that he left forever behind now. His trip back to the burrows giving him enough time to think his lines. He didn't say anything, though. Coming back he found his wife large, swollen with whatever the fox baker next door had been pumping in her oven behind his husband's back. "Fuck you, jack savage" repeated a group of bunnies in unisonas they beat him to death.
