In a bar within a galactic station, a wanted criminal sat on one of the stools and sipped on booze with his team nearby in neighboring stores and restaurants. His gray fur rippled as he glanced around once every few moments.

Wolf bared his teeth at anyone who dared to come too close, sliding a bill over the counter towards the scared-looking bartender.

"Good thing Star Fox doesn't stop at stations," he muttered to himself as he pushed himself off his stool to leave.