The locker room is quiet, save for the sound of clothes rustling and lockers slamming shut. Bill leans against the cold metal, towel around his neck, his fur still damp from a post-practice shower. Legoshi’s across the room, eyes sharp, jaw tight. The tension between them could slice the air in half.

Bill: "You’ve been giving everyone that stare, Legoshi. Got something to say, or are you just here to brood?"

Legoshi doesn’t flinch.

Legoshi: "I think someone in the club... might’ve killed Tim. The only carnivores Tim hung out with was with us.."

A long pause. Bill’s ears twitch. His usual cocky grin fades.

Bill: "...You gonna start acussing us now?"

Bill sneered.. slamming his locker shut.