Allow him to help
"Yes," you reply with another, longer and more gaping, yawn. The damned necklace must have messed with your hormones and glands, your entire endocrine system, to keep you fully awake and alert all that wearying time; but you're crashing now, just as you would after the temporary energy boost of a triple espresso…
He goes outside and after a while he come back and tells you to follow him. Fortunately, the male is as good as his word, and you end up in an unoccupied bedroom in some other building…
You wake up at the crack of noon. There is a platter of delicious-smelling dried fish on a table—you weren't exactly paying attention to your surroundings when you arrived here, but you assume the table, at least, was there all along. You get up… and are momentarily confused, because you were never this tall as an otter! The answer is fairly evident: Your hind limbs have changed. Rather than the comfortably compact legs of an otter, yours are now lion legs. And… all of your claws are now retractile. The good news is, those are the only leonine alterations to your baseline otter form! And there are fish that need to be eaten; it wouldn't be polite of you to refuse your host's hospitality, now would it?
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 02 December 2010
