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“Any new stressors at home?” Lena asked, pulling out a small wooden tuning fork etched with runes. She struck it gently against her palm, and a low, warm hum filled the room. Kit’s ears perked up.

On the steel table sat a red fox, but not just any fox. Kitsune—call her Kit—was a vulpine shifter, one of the rare ones who could flicker between full fox, full human, and anything in between. Right now, she was a nervous tangle of both: human-shaped but with tufted ears flat against her head and a thick, cinnamon-tipped tail coiled around her legs like a security blanket. furrytails vet clinic

Lena nodded, keeping her expression neutral. Furrytails wasn’t just a vet clinic—it was the only clinic in a hundred miles that treated non-standard physiologies. Shifters, cryptids, familiars. The ones who fell between the cracks of human medicine and standard animal care. “Any new stressors at home

“I’m prescribing two things,” she said, standing up. “First: a grounding tincture. Hawthorn, mugwort, and a pinch of magnetite sand. Take it at dusk for seven days.” She pulled a small cobalt bottle from the cabinet. “Second: get a sample of the quarry water and soil. Bring it to me. I think something’s leaching into the water table—something that doesn’t belong in this dimension.” On the steel table sat a red fox, but not just any fox

Theo blinked his huge amber eyes. “They started blasting last week. For a luxury apartment complex.”

Lena set the tuning fork down and crouched to eye level. “That’s the third shifter I’ve seen this month with similar symptoms. You’re not broken, Kit. But something in the environment is shifting.” She glanced at Theo. “The quarry. Is there new construction nearby?”