Bellwether shook her head. She was never one to take huge risks without carefully thinking things through. She still had around a week before she would stand trial, so she had 6 days at the most to prepare an escape.
Thinking about the resources available to her, she knew her contacts would still be on the outside, presumably waiting and hiding until their leader would return. The lamb smiled to herself as she remembered her minions. They were like family to each other, huddled up and fighting as a pack against stronger predators.
She would find a way out and achieve her goal of a safer future for Zootopia's predators, and nothing will stop her, not even her own biology.
During the last, few days of freedom Bellwether had before she was foiled, she had experimented with a special formula that could potentially alter a prey's body to be able to swallow things that they usually could not, to the tune of a lamb like her being able to devour a cape buffalo like Chief Bogo.
However, just as it was finished, she was defeated, and now, the innocuous blueberries that served as the method of introducing the formula into one's bloodstream sat in the evidence room of the ZPD. After she escaped, it would have to be her primary goal to retrieve them. Trying to replicate her Night Howler idea would take too much time and effort for what she knew was a failure in the making.
As she mulled over how to escape, she thought about what she could do to earn a favor or two from everyone. Hopefully she could find someone who could help her communicate with the outside world without anyone listening in.
It's either that, or do it the old fashioned way: digging her own way out.
