Your transformation and rough night have left you physically and emotionally exhausted. You have trouble thinking and walking straight and collapse on your farmer sleeping bag. The smell of humans having recently mated on it dosen't bother you as the two scents are familiar and comforting. You curl into a fetal position and let your long fluffy tail fit snuggly beneath your vulpine head. Your nocturnal nature takes over and you're out like a light.
Your yellow and black eyes open, and from the light in the trees you determine it must now be mid morning. You're still groggy and get ready to go back to sleep when you discover that you've been woken up by...