The ocean of blackness surrounding Dauria slowly receded, opening her to the haze of sensations around her.
Cold. The bitterest cold she had ever experienced lapped at her face and paws— no, that wasn’t right.
Hands! she thought. These are hands! I’m still in human form!
Her breath caught in her throat and her blood turned to ice. The cold air around her suddenly seemed a tropical heat wave.
How is this possible?
“Just as well open your eyes,” said a course voice from perhaps ten human paces away. “I can see you’re awake.”
What’s this? she wondered, then noticed the soft, stiff weight of something covering most of her naked human flesh. It smelled of old death, old blood, and long days in...
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