Lena pulled out her phone and typed a quick note. Check geomantic stress lines. Cross-reference with local shifter symptom clusters.
Theo blinked his huge amber eyes. “They started blasting last week. For a luxury apartment complex.” furrytails vet clinic
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?” Lena pulled out her phone and typed a quick note
“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. Theo blinked his huge amber eyes
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.