The four freshly transformed creatures walked toward the igloo. Each step was easier than the last, and this disturbed them. Would they ever feel solid, snowless ground again? Would they ever shed their new coats of fur?
Jeremy stood in front of the igloo's entrance. He lifted his claws into the air. "Wuh come uhn puhce!" The other three imitated him.
A man emerged from the igloo. He was clothed in fur not unlike that of the four altered humans. He wasn't Inuit; he wasn't even human. A snake-like head covered in green scales hissed at Jeremy as its gloved hands lifted a spear with a stone tip stained with blue blood - the blood of Jeremy's new species?
"Nuh! Nuh!" pleaded Jeremy, waving his claws. The rows of sharp teeth in his gaping mouth must have appeared menacing to the snake-man. If things had been different, they might have been friends, but when one monster meets another ...
