Eric decided it was too far to travel back on the cold night in this body with her new body so she quickly gathered some fire wood and started a roaring fire. She curled up in her fur armor and pulled it close, feeling sensations she hadn’t felt in a longtime, cold and fear. The woman had fought terrible monsters and beasts over the years but this was the first time she had felt afraid.
She tried to call upon the spirit of the wolverine but she could not find the white fury in side of her and it made her feel a little lost. Having the spirit animal inside of her was often a curse but the spirit had been her companion all of her life and with out it she felt lonely. The potion had promised to get rid of the wolverine spirit in her body and it had done the job. It had removed aggressive tendencies from her body and turned her into a creature of softness and pleasure. There were many great warrior women in tribes but Eric would never be one of them because the thought of combat was frightening to her altered mind. She would have to try and make some sort of makeshift clothing for the shapely form and get help from her tribe in the morning when it was warmer.
The fire helped a great deal to keep the chill of the night away from her fragile form with the help of her hide armor, but the forest around was scary as she heard sounds of life from the forest like the rustling of leaves and swaying of leaves in the wind. They were nothing she hadn’t heard of thousands of times before but they seemed strange and menacing to her ears and she wondered if she would ever be able to get to sleep. The sound of branches breaking in an approach towards her called her attention to them and she wonder what or who was coming towards her.
