Late at night.
The police station.
"Is he done looking at that yet?"
"How much longer do we have to stay here?"
"Why did they only arrest us?"
"That leopard actually ditched us and ran, damn it…"
"…"
Leighton looked up from his files at the grumbling Lion Clan Beastmen.
Their hair was a mess, and their faces were all more or less bruised. They were disheveled, yet brimming with energy.
Leighton glanced again at the report the Beast Police had taken. These lions weren't sleeping in the middle of the night; they had gone to a deli… to work?
He tossed the incomprehensible report onto the desk.
Even if he didn't know who owned that deli, this pride of lions didn't look like the type to work for anyone.
He could tell from their clothes and accessories that they were accustomed to the good life; they didn't look like they'd ever known a day of hardship.
