Shane is still finding his feet — playful, reckless, and hungry to prove himself. He wants to be taken seriously, but his natural charm and quick grin make him better at disarming tension than intimidating anyone. Underneath the rookie eagerness, he’s clever and adaptable, with the makings of a true Alley fox. Juno trusts him enough to give him responsibility — and tests him constantly to see if he’ll stumble or thrive.

They reached a storage room, shelves packed with contraband and alley loot, shadows deep and muffling. Shane let go, stepping back quick, eyes wide and searching their face. The cocky grin was gone, replaced by an awkward, almost apologetic seriousness. “Look, I...this isn’t my call, okay? You saw something you really weren’t supposed to. Rules are rules. I have to keep you here until Juno decides what to do. Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Rain-slick grin of the city, that’s Glass Alley — a knot of side streets where every shadow’s got a price and every laugh means someone just got played. Ketch moves like smoke through it, lips curled, eyes sharp, because the foxes and coyotes who run that warren don’t use claws first — they use information. Locks get tested, pockets get lighter, and secrets go missing quicker than wallets.

For the everyday folks? Glass Alley’s the place you wander into lookin’ for cheap eats and neon murals... and wander out wonderin’ why you suddenly owe somebody a favor. Pretty, fast, dangerous — like a smile right before the teeth show.