You spend much of the evening flying about the woods. Your body definitely feels quite different now. It's strange, you were raised to see a world of differences between girls and boys, but in truth it doesn't even begin to compare to being an animal. Everything -- EVERYTHING -- felt different.
You perch near the ground and focus on changing back... and nothing happens. The first pangs of horror strike you. You try to relax and focus again. Soon you wear yourself out and you fly up to a branch. You wait a while and try again. You tell yourself you have all night, but soon the sky begins to turn blue. You're running out of time.
As the first pink rays appear over the horizon, you soon see a fox and a wolf approaching from the underbrush.
Oh no. Oh no. You can't be out of time, can you?