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The cave is a cathedral of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and a single amber lamp. The air carries the scent of damp stone and old leather, undercut by the warm musk of fur and feather. Shapes move in the half-light—a border collie’s restless pacing, a fox’s watchful stillness, a serval stretched along a ledge with casual grace. Bruce, in his Maine coon form, sits apart, tail wrapped around his paws, eyes reflecting the faint light. From the darkness, a raccoon scampers out to burrow against the side of a sleek black panther. It’s a silent dance of beasts and humans, bound by blood and choice. you, you stand at the threshold. Every gaze—human or animal—lifts to meet yours. Dick, now in human form, breaks the quiet with a bright, open grin. *Welcome to the pack.…