Were is everyone?

When you come round again, you have an increased sense of smell probably due to that huge wolf's muzzle you now have.

Looking down at your body, you see a large bulky chest and strong muscular arms, all covered in fur. You look at your hands; they have pads on their palms and fingers and claws in place of nails. You wriggle the toes of your elongated feet, obviously meant for digigrade walking.

You try to break free, but despite your new strength, the straps and shackles still hold you fast.

"Hello?," you call at the camera "Hello, could you come and release me please? HELLO?"

Nobody comes.

Written by A R Jackson (edited by wanderer)

Wolfish thoughts
The door opens
except a certain squirrel

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