Coming from the wilderness, Ibi was rather unfamiliar with laws. Her tendencies to travel were hampered by a growing belly, and she knew she would have to find a place to stay for the time being. It took weeks, but she had found herself on the border of a city, holding a long coat over her head to protect her from the harsh summer sun. She hadn't always lived here, migrating from across the Atlantic, but it was a pleasant change, until everything had gone completely and utterly into ruin. That meant she couldn't get home, but it didn't really matter, because she had other priorities now.
Starving and mostly alone, Ibi was five months pregnant, stuck in her female form after a failed relationship. The cause of the failure: her partner had been abducted overnight. Male foxes were popular up towards Canada, or at least where the border used to be, as they were resilient and loyal (only after excessive torture and brainwashing, but in the shredded remains of society, some are willing to sacrifice many to get what they want). Ibi had escaped, but she hadn't realised the magnitude of her problems until she started noticing a swell. It was the little one that drove her to push on, but she was still more than capable, and no matter how many laws she broke, no police officer seemed to be able to stop her. She either manipulated her way out or fought her way out, and both ways ended well for her and less well for the officers.
Finding her way into what appeared to be an abandoned house, Ibi left the door open behind her. It was far less conspicuous to leave it like that, as looting and theft was apparently far more common in this part of the neglected outskirts. She only hoped there was food nearby...