Ladies, gentlemen, shippers of the WildeHopps variety! A Wing and A Were has a sequel! The first chapter of Dirt Road Were is up and more to follow. I hope you come check it out. Thanks for reading!

-Scara

PS. Here's a little taste of what's to come.

Judy was grumpy. Very grumpy. She felt she was being a touch unreasonable, but her grump was simply refusing to shift. Since she had brought Nick home her responsibilities had lessened slightly, she had a friend that she could talk to simply by walking down the hall, better quarters which were, coincidentally, right next to Nick's in the guest wing of the house. Judy couldn't complain about any of those facts. They were nothing but good. She didn't like to think of herself as an ungrateful rabbit. Her current circumstances were a notable improvement over living in the barracks and working eighteen hours a day. She appreciated the change heartily and yet, her displeasure remained.

She'd tried chocolate and coffee, even splurged on the new Gazelle album, but nothing had worked for longer than a few moments. She had to admit life was pretty good as was evidenced by the fact that she was driving home from class instead of taking the bus. The privilege of using one of the farm trucks was usually reserved for family business, transport of injured, elderly or unwell family members and courting. It was the last one that was turning her knuckles white.

It was all thanks to that fox's presence that things had started going sideways for her. She'd tried explaining it to her mother. There was nothing between them but air. It was the truth—plain, simple and obvious as her brilliant purple eyes. Her reasoning was sound and perfectly understandable. It held up for exactly one minute before her mother tore it to shreds.

"Mom, I'm serious. We're friends. I'll grant you how we met was a little odd, but that's it."