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After her night spent in the tree, she felt refreshed; it was the first time in ages that she’d passed a peaceful night, and sleeping under the stars was beautiful. It had been a long time since she’d done it. A wave was washing over her that felt something like happiness.
    Zo e shifted and, standing naked on her branch, reached into the knot to extract her plastic-wrapped money. She put just enough into her bag to get through the next day then concealed the cash again, wrapped the satchel’s strap around her neck and shifted, this time into the form of a long-armed orangutan. This was out of her usual comfort zone but she wanted to laugh at her ridiculous limbs as she swung from branch to branch, landing finally with a thud on the ground below. There were certain advantages to being such a skilled shape-changer, she knew, and she was learning to feel gratitude for the gifts that had always seemed like such a curse.
    Since the fair was over for the night, Zoe shifted into panther form and headed back towards town. Kyla the fortune teller had given her a business card, which was all well and good, but Zoe had no phone or computer with which to contact her. If she were going to seriously consider making friends, she’d need at least to acquire a cell phone.
    Wolf Rock was still relatively quiet first thing in the morning and Zoe found herself heading straight for the m ain street and the town’s only diner, which she’d noticed the night before after her meal. In cat form she could have hunted in the woods, but she wasn’t yet certain what the rules of this place were, or if hunting on a wolf pack’s territory was considered in poor taste at best, and illegal at worst.
    She didn’t want to find out the hard way, and planned to maintain her relative anonymity as long as possible. Besides, eating in a diner seemed nice and seedy, not to mention much more luxurious than sniffing for rodents among fungus-coated trees.
    Others were beginning to quietly roam the streets; a few solitary individuals here and there, and the occasional family with children. Zoe wondered if ever a normal human family with small children came wandering into town not knowing what they were in for. The image amused her; it was one thing to walk into a mountain town and see a deer on the street, but it must be shocking to see a panther or a grizzly hiking up the sidewalk towards you, she thought. Fun for the shifters. Maybe not so much for the terrified parents of curious toddlers.
    She turned into the diner when she’d arrived. Its door opened automatically when she advanced, and she noticed a sign next to it that read “All Forms Welcome!” By now most of the establishments in town had been set up this way, to accommodate animals whose paws couldn’t grasp handles, and Zoe was grateful for it; it was some sort of evidence that she would fit in. Back where she’d formerly lived, she could never have walked into a restaurant in any of her animal forms. Terrence was a human town and shifters there mostly kept their identities a secret for fear of alienating the locals.
    A waitress smiled at Zoe and gestured towards the back of the building where a there was a sign for the washrooms, so that Zoe could shift and get dressed in private.
    The bathroom was impressive, particularly for a diner which would normally have a small space for such things. This one seemed large enough to ho use an elephant and contained several curtained changing booths, and even bathrobes and slippers for shifters who hadn’t brought clothing along. For a seedy diner, the place was like the most posh and elegant spa Zoe had ever encountered. Given the spacious room, it was easy to extract her clothing and get into it without worrying about some awkward act of physical comedy.
    “I could get used to this town,” she thought as she tightened her belt around her mid-section.
    She looked into the mirror, examining her face, which she was still getting used to. Her eyes were