"quietly...Im going to going to go find it"
-she leaves the coffee shop and goes into the woods feeling around for her self defense items-
She stumbles through the woods and eventually reaches the clearing...there's a pack of foxes gathered around in a circle, some having more tails than others, all of them seeming incredibly mournful...and in the center of the circle lays Mela, still in her human form...she's-dying. She's passed out, pale...her fingertips are black and her lips are blue, veins painfully visible under her skin...one of the foxes is closer to her than the others, nuzzled into her-the source of the howling.
???: You moron-we're called Kitsunes- Ancient spirits that appear as foxes...
She sighs
???: And our stories are never happy ones. A broken heart...that's enough to kill any yokai, and Mela was never all that powerful to begin with...you are her downfall...and she'll be dead within the hour because of you.