A little trouble

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Amber watched Ivey through the glass. Today, Ivey wasn’t just eating well—she was bouncing around, full of energy. She chased a little ball Cora had tossed across the pen, landing on it with a clumsy pounce. Her fur had grown darker and sleeker. The more Amber looked, the more fox-like Ivey appeared.
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