It seemed that using up what little magic she had regained had sped up her changes slightly. Only a couple of days later, Anya woke up in the morning with the hind legs of a horse, hooves and all. For a good half an hour, she sat in her small traveling tent, coming to grips with her new anatomy.
The overall limbs were longer than her human ones, with thick muscles and golden fur. There was no way she could hide this under a skirt, much less walk normally. So, bracing herself, she dragged her way out of the tent.
Sassy reacted in panic as expected, only quieting down at Anya's frantic shushing. Guiltily, she admitted that she had been changing for many days, now, which was why she had stopped by that post office. A lot of apologizing followed. However, Sassy's outrage at being left in the dark was quickly replaced by concern as the extent of Anya's changes were revealed.
When Anya tried to stand, she ended up in a low crouch. Walking was even more troublesome, and she had to hobble forward like a strange bird. Really, it would have been funny had it not been so frightening. To top it off, she could no longer sit comfortably in the saddle. She would have to continue on foot. Or hoof.
Progress slowed to a crawl from then on. At times, it was a literal crawl for Anya when she lost her balance, and by nightfall, it was clear she was still changing even as she traveled. Thus, she decided not to pitch camp at all but sleep out in the open just in case she no longer had hands in the morning.
The next day...