“Oh my god!” You suddenly think as chanced glance brings your attention to the very canine like paw pads now built into your palms. As you watch your human nails fall out and soon become replaced with canine claws, as the flesh almost seems to shift while you watch. But while you might have spent all day watching your body being slowly reshaped the sound of breaking glass directs your attention to the front of the shop. Ruth having been blocked from going in the front door by the bulkier male canines decided to take a more direct approach. Her eye on you as a loud growl comes from her muzzle. But as the growl slowly changes to words your horror begins to mount. “Soon you will know the joys of walking on four paws.” The malamute tells you oddly not looking as threatening now you can make out what is being said. Not its not a dog its Ruth you try to tell yourself but being able to smell the canine odor of the mutt before you does not help you think of this creature as human. “Ruth help me escape? Please?” you ask even as you instinctively kick away the remains of your now torn shoes off those big furry paws now where your human feet use to be. The guard dogs fighting with each other on who will be the first threw the door to claim the new bitch you will become its only a matter of moments before the pack is upon you.