Roger leads you through the woods, down tiny trails and back paths unfamiliar to you. With some food in your belly and a diminished thirst, you're able to focus more on the smells and sounds. Your new body is quite sensitive, your ears twitch and rotate to track sounds instinctively and you can almost picture the forest around you by smell and sound alone. Although barefoot, your new footpaws are tough and well-padded and seem well up to the challenge of a long day's walk.
Every now and then the hike takes you across a steep hill, and Roger helps you with a kind smile. Each time, it isn't lost on you how large and callused his hand feels around your dainty ones. It's only after an hour or so of walking that you finally see a small wooden cottage come into existence. It looks quiant, no sign of electricity or modern amenities.
"Here we are, your new home away from home," Roger says.
"You live here?" you ask, surprised. Of course to you, living anywhere without at least running water was a horrifying thought, but he didn't seem too fussed.
"Of course, and you're welcome to stay as long as you like, miss."
He opens the door with a bit of a shove, revealing the dark and dusty interior. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess, I don't normally expect company!"