Jared was still tired, but now she was also very hungry. With a bit of a start, she realized that she'd never even tried to eat as a dog. Now, though, she was hungry.
She stepped into the fall foilage outside the shack and sniffed around. The powerful nose she now had told her what was good to eat and what wasn't. Her first mouthful of grass wasn't even that bad, though a bit bland. She grazed on that a while before finding a patch of nuts under another tree, then another. Over the next hour she grazed heavily and slowly moved away from the old shack and medallion.
It wasn't until she heard a snort from upwind that Jared realized how far she'd strayed from the shack. But at that moment, the shack vanished from her mind. In front of her was a beautiful buck, chewing causally on his cud and looking at her in the moonlight with interest.
Jared didn't move, didn't dare. First off, she wasn't exactly sure which way the shack was and she didn't want to get father from it if possible. Besides, if all went well, she'd be back to her old human self in the morning. What harm could one roll in the hay with a buck cause.
Even as he thought that, she shook her head. What made her think THAT?
As she stood there, the buck started to come closer.