You can't take it, it's just too much. You fall to your knees, pressing your wet rump against the grass. Your crying hasn't stopped, and it's starting to get attention.
A tall looking woman turns her head to see you on the grass, and gives an 'Oh my...' before walking over to you, a man in a grey uniform right behind her. "Dear lord, this child is all alone, quickly Frederich, fetch the car and get it as close to here as you can." He nods sharply and runs off.
She picks your head up with her head and looks down at you, "Oh sweetie, where are your parents?" This can only make you cry more and more as you realize you have no parents, you're all alone in the big bad world, and worse, you're a 4 year old girl!
She takes off her fur coat, red and white, and very soft to the touch. She wraps it around your form, holding it tightly to you. "She's got to be well off..." Your male mind conjures. Your crying subsides a bit as she holds you in her arms. "It's ok, sweetie," she keeps saying.
As she carries you off you feel more and more at peace. The cold air of night slipping away as you cuddle to her. The fur coat seems less and less itchy, you're cotton outfit becoming very much so, however. Opening your eyes and scratch at your chest, feeling something soft underneath the dress. Your eyes shoot up to her, and she turns her head, all smiles till her eyes meet yours. Her face becomes drenched in fear all of a sudden, and her mouth opens up wide to scream out.
You hit the grass rather roughly, bouncing on your butt. She dropped you! You think to yourself, "What a bitch..." male mind working away again as you watch her run off after Freddy. You're female mind is on something else though, as more tears stream out from you. When it subsides again, you get a chance to see your arms.
They're covered in black fur all the way up to your elbow, and red from then on up. You can see tiny claws poking out of the ends of each finger, and you're legs and feet are in the same situation.
"Oh god!" You think, you're turning into a fox! Or more appropriately, a kit vixen! That medallion, it must have left a trace of power in you...