Karyn had gone straight to the chicken pen, although she was confused as she could have sworn chickens were kept in coops, not pens. With a shrug she squatted next to the pile of grain on the floor and bent forwards to peck at it. At first the action felt odd, but quickly she grew used to it. The grain was coarse on her lips at first but soon she didn't even notice as her lips grew harder. So focused on the grain was she, that she failed to notice the feathers sprouting from her skin and claws growing from her toes.
As she finished the last of the grain, she clucked in disappointment and looked up at the others. She tilted her head looking at the animals that now occupied the other pens, then clucked again in shock as she realised the animals were the others! Cautiously she looked down at her hands, or rather his wings as it was now.
