The jungle drips with mist, a suffocating silence wrapping the trees like a warning. In the dark underbrush of the Rainforest District, something massive moves. A pawprint—fresh, wide, sunken deep into the mud—is spotted by a Tundratown courier on her shortcut home. She never finishes her route.

Back in the city, the rumors spread: something feral… something ancient. It’s not Night Howlers. It’s not a savage relapse. It’s something worse. ZNN reports missing mammals, strange claw marks in concrete, trees split like paper.

And still, the police say nothing. Or maybe they just don’t know how to say: Bigfoot is real… and he’s in our city.

The wind howls through the concrete valleys. Somewhere, something grunts. Something snarls. Something watches. Welcome to Zootopia.