Morning Patrol

Crayon She-Wolf stretched her arms high above her head on the balcony of the tallest crayon tower. The morning sun painted Canvas Wood City in warm golden light below her. Wolf statues stood guard around the castle grounds, their stone eyes watching over the peaceful streets.

"Another quiet morning," she said, adjusting her purple mask. Her bright blue eyes scanned the city through the castle windows. Humanoid deer walked to work carrying coffee cups. Wolf families headed toward the school district. A few lesbian couples strolled hand in hand through the park.

Everything looked normal from up here. Too normal, maybe.

Crayon She-Wolf summoned her giant glowing blue crayon. The familiar weight felt good in her hands. She had been having strange dreams lately—flashes of empty picture frames and crying artists. But dreams were just dreams, right?

She leaped from the balcony, wind swirling around her as she flew toward downtown. Time for her morning patrol of Canvas Wood City.

Empty Walls

Crayon She-Wolf soared through the crisp morning air, her cape fluttering behind her. Below, the sounds of Canvas Wood City hummed with life. She aimed for the Arts District, where colorful murals usually brightened every wall.

But something was wrong.

She landed on Paintbrush Street and stared. The first mural—a vibrant forest scene painted by Mrs. Antler, a deer artist—was completely blank. Just white wall where beautiful trees used to dance.

"That's impossible," she whispered.

A small hummingbird zipped past her ear, chirping frantically. The tiny green bird circled her head three times, then darted toward the next building.

Crayon She-Wolf followed the hummingbird and gasped. Another empty wall. And another. Every single piece of street art had vanished without a trace.

Her phone buzzed. She pulled it from her utility belt and saw seventeen missed calls from the Canvas Wood Art Museum.

"Crayon She-Wolf here," she answered on the next ring.

"Thank goodness!" came a panicked voice. "This is Director Maple. Every painting, every sculpture—gone! The whole museum is empty. We need you here immediately!"

The hummingbird squeaked urgently, hovering near her shoulder.