Hugh picked up the skin from the floor and looked at it. It was very lifelike, and Hugh could feel the skin and the hair like it was real.
Hugh would have thrown up if not for the fact that this might be the only thing that could keep him from dying. Right now, he needed to get to the commander's place.
However, Beru had exhausted himself after that charade back at the camp. So, Hugh had to take on the mantle and go by himself.
Hugh opened up the skin like it was a scroll and started to get inside it. At first, he thought it would not fit, but somehow, it got larger and larger until it swallowed his whole body.
Hugh could not believe what he was feeling. Once the whole skin enveloped him, it started to get smaller and smaller until it stuck into his skin.
He was anxious. He was not sure if he wolf fit after all his fate. He was obese, and he could not pass off as a petite platoon leader.
