Growling... but unable to do anything, the anger in your mind faded very slowly as you noticed the chill in the air. It wasn’t a very deep chill, but it made you shiver... mostly from your new sensitive parts as you looked towards your discarded and now far to large clothing that Envira has ignored in favor of leaving in the nude.
Looking at your clawed hands, you walked over to your clothing and got to work under the shade of the trees within the grove, contemplating how the hell to get back to normal as you cut yourself a strap of cloth to use as a bra with your shirt, and what passed for a thong with your pants.
Putting them on, you at least had support and coverage for your genitals and breasts, so the wind wasn’t stimulating them at all as you sighed and sat down, your plush green butt squishing against the ground as you thought about what to do.
Currently, you were a female goblin in the middle of bloody nowhere and apparently you were unable to leave this grove because of some ‘curse’... which was fucking wonderful.
That and your brain now seemed to be hardwired For profanity... so that was something.