As he looked around at the snowy landscape, he suddenly felt strange. Like he wasn't himself. He touched his arm and felt hair where there shouldn't have been any. Feeling a bit alarmed by this, he looked down and saw that his arm was covered by a pelt of white hair. He yelled out in shock, but it didn't sound like a yell. It sounded more like a growl.
He lifted his hands up and saw that they weren't hands at all, but rather claws. What happened to me? he thought.
And where were the others? He was sure that they were right behind him.
