The Stinky Life I've Accepted

Chapter 10: A Predicament at Best

Estriel

I sigh as I carry the crate inside, walking down a few halls and ignoring the scampers coming from inside the cage. 

I am still befuddled at how we found a shifter all the way up in New York! A rogue feral at that! Most shifters avoids New York City in general, one of the few cities that has no pack to claim it. 

We got a call from one of our agents that was just traveling through, who accidentally camae across the skunk and smelled him out. 

Needless to say, we sent out one of the biggest and most experienced teams to capture him safely. The agent mentioned that this certain shifter definitely knew his way around the confusing, conflicting maze of a city. 

It took us six months to finally capture him, but judging by his actions, he didn't even know we were on his tail. He was just that good at evading everybody. He's definitely been doing this for a very long time. 

I walk in the room we set up for him, with the whole team waiting. 

"Estriel. Finally." Dr. Fretta squeals as she walks up, peering into the small holes of the cage. The skunk sounds out a yowl, and she stands back up, grinning. 

"He sure is a feisty one." She beams as I walk up to the small examination table in the room. The room consists of the table, which can be rolled in and out on wheels, carpeted flooring, a huge queen bed, with all sorts of medical machines surrounding it, a large steel glass window with luxurious gray curtains, a full closet, and attached near the closet, a large and spacious bathroom. 

The bathroom itself has padding lined up at the bottom of the huge bathtub that can be removed if need be, with padded restraints attached to it. It has a large glass shower near it, and the floor is white marble. The sink and counter has a lot of equipment for the doctors, and even some storage just in case. 

A room fit to rehabilitate a feral if the feral was proved to not be an absolute. But just in case, on a smaller tray near the table, lies a syringe. If the feral was an absolute...we will put it out of its misery. 

It's part of the job, no matter how much all of us despises it. 

"Let's get to work." Marvel murmurs as I place the crate on the table. 

Dr. Fretta

As soon as the crate door slides open, a feisty little skunk zooms past. The team manages to get their hands on him and pins him to the table. 

"Hello sweetie. I'm just going to check you out, okay?" I sugar-coat, peeling his eyelids back to look in his eyes. After a few seconds of studying them, I smile. 

"He's not as far as being an absolute. Very, very close. My estimate is that he would have become one within another year. We caught him just in time." The men and women sigh in relief and loses their grip just enough to allow him to relax. But not enough to allow him an escape route.