The woman was odd, but at least she was kind. Bee watched her snap at the fly flying over her shoulder, while the same bird that had woken her from her transmigrated sleep hopped closer, and she let out a little giggle.

Perhaps I have always been a wolf, and the rest of my life was an even stranger dream? She finally suggested, trying to pull herself up from her lying position and finding it was not quite grand to adjust to four legs rather than two. Bee wobbled, her front limbs crossing as she tried to take a step.

Oh, perhaps I have been asleep a long time! A chimed laugh escaped her mouth, as she strained her head back up and wobbled on her new limbs. This was so much better than two limbs, she could feel the power in these new muscles. The urge to run hummed in the back of her mind, but she kept it away as she tried to walk a few paces without almost falling. It grew easier with every step. She was quite enjoying this!

Pardon, madam. Bee finally started when she felt she wouldn’t fall over with her next step.

But do you know where we are? And what is around? All she could see was wilderness, and her nose said it was just them here. And wasn’t that a novelty, a nose that could tell you that!