Once Astra's transformation was complete, most of her body was covered
in thick hair. She had a vulpine face, with a muzzle in which were set
powerful jaws and teeth, and pointed ears on the top of her head. Her hands
and feet (or rather paws, now) were clawed and she had a tail. She still
stood on two feet, but her knees now bent the other way and her back was
more flexible, so she could readily drop to all fours should she choose.
She wriggled out of her remaining clothing, now of little use and much
torn. The part of her mind that remained calm and rational, the part that
she hoped would remain in control, reflected that her lack of clothes could
be a problem when - if, she reluctantly corrected herself - she
reverted to fully human form. Still, potential future embarrassment was
the least of her worries, especially as she intended to stay well away
from any possible contact with people. <p?She felt a great hunger, coupled
with a desire to bay at the moon. Indulging in the latter could hardly
hurt, she thought, as long as she didn't give way to the former, so she
let out a long howl. It felt good. Then her newly sensitive nose picked
up the scent of:
-
 Wild
boar. A potential meal, though their tusks made them formidable opponents.
-
 A wolf.
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Man.
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