While the Eversons checked into their hotel, changing as their changed more they came into contact with, the wild foxes the wild magic had changed moved towards the source of the wild magic that had changed them... They moved like zombies. Their minds still those of wild animals, no culture, no identity, no purpose beyond eat, sleep, breed, being pulled along like animals on collars by the magic that pulled on them.
This was no beautiful fairy tale uplifting of animals into equals of humanity, these poor beasts were sculpted into something that perfectly resembled outwardly the magically changed humans... but the magic did not instill knowledge, identity, personality, education, history, or many other things, there was no spontaneous ability to use language, tools, or debate morals. There was only instincts commanding them forward, with bodies that while they didn't question, it was like putting infants in the bodies of adults.
The horde moved as fast as their new limbs would allow, confused, perhaps within a little scared, but still pulled by the magic towards the source of it.
The local sheriff out on patrol, spotted the horde, and was shocked and alarmed, the magically mutated animals normally would have run away from the patrol car, but with the magic pulling at them, they had no choice but to move forward in spite of their instincts screaming at them to run.
As the animals, shambled to the patrol car, the sheriff alarm and confusion remained but for different reasons. His clothes vanished except for a badge pinned to his fur, and his service belt, his figure slimming down and a pair of breasts growing from her chest as his manhood pulled within and became her womanhood.
"What are you doing?!" She shouted at the people moving like undead puppets, Sheriff Sally, before Sheriff Shawn, began to worry more, concluding the people around her were high on drugs. As fate would have it, the squad car was between them and the source of the magic pulling them along. Finally, as the horde wouldn't stop, Sally pulled her revolver and fired.
A week later, the survivors were transferred to a mental hospital, the doctors having no idea what to do with these poor creatures appeared to be mental infants (their humanoid fox forms were of little concern), they were placed in diapers, and were treated as catatonic patients till the end of their days. There were no short cuts.