The air seems weirdly warm and clammy to you. It's heavy, your eyes lead you to a path upward. It looks mountainous and cooler. Part of your mind reminds you that there are no mountains in this part of the country. Still it's so hot and stuffy, you charge up the hill. As you go, you strip off your clothing. It's just too damn hot. Your jacket hangs on a tree branch. Your shirt falls by the wayside. You were going to take your shoes off to remove you pants, but you notice that your shoes are already gone, obviously shredded by your growing hairy feet. Your feet are too big to fit through your pants legs, and the jeans are now so tight they're cutting off your circulation. It's a good thing you have claws now. You rip your jeans off, revealing huge white furry legs. Aah, it feels so good. EEK! You are covered in white fur and have huge clawed hands and feet. What did that old sherpa dude do to you?
You feel the urge to climb, so you do. The higher you go, the thinner and cooler the air gets. The trees are left far behind. You are in a realm of perpetual snow and wind, and you feel comfortable, it feels like home.
"Awrh!" roars an hairy white monster coming out of the blowing snow. It's covered in white fur, with long clawed fingers and toes, and huge fangs. It seems familiar. You raise your hand to your mouth - fangs!
You open your mouth, and say, "Hi!"