Human or already anthro?

Torn as to whether the cerberus TF starts off with a human female who turns to fox, or already an anthro fox 0w0

Intro:

*Tonight was dark and dreary, spooky and chilly. It was well-past the time of night that anyone ought to be out, even in this quiet suburb. And despite how quiet it was, there was a sense of foreboding after dusk. The area was enclosed by a dense old-growth forest where creatures still scurried about. Moreover, there were abandoned homes on the outskirts, where ne'er-do-wells were known to, well, certainly not be up to any good.

In one such abode, a regular haunt of theirs, gathered two. There awaited a third, but hell, it was already that time of night and they ought to get started with the festivities. The witching hour, on Halloween of all nights, so they should do--something! It just wasn't clear what.

Damien, whose voice croaked like the floorboards, mused, "So what are we going for tonight? Werewolf, werebear, wereduck?"

Hector, himself sounding like static on that unplugged TV, seemed exasperated, "We've done werewolf like thrice already."

"Eh? What's wrong with that? It's a classic."

"Can't we go for something more creative? You would think if you had the whole year to plan for this, you'd have better ideas."

"Heh, well what are YOU cooking up, then, buddy?" A little miffed. Damien enjoyed his wolves.

"Ahhhhh, I don't know..." Hector conceded, "A hyena? Usually, Fabian comes up with the ideas."

"Well, where is he? He's your brother."

"Hey, we're not that close!" Hector snorted, "I mean, he did kill me back in 1997."

Damien, was of course, a demon. And Hector was a specter. Being malevolent spirits, they didn't have much to do all night aside from bicker and wax nostalgic. But given tonight was the only time each year that their energies were strongest enough to take corporal form, they could not pass up the opportunity. So their essences swirled out of that old home, howling and laughing. Barely seen, they swept through the sky of the sleepy suburb...

Hoping to catch their next victim.*