Connor swayed from left to right. The pristine white wolf shook his head before looking around. He was assailed by many disturbing sounds. Some of them were amplified, the other ones distant. There were also strong smells all around. The smell of blood was overwhelming to the point that he felt nauseous and all of these sensations were added to this body that was suddenly imposed on him.
Connor wanted to move his hands, but only two front legs responded to his command, and they could execute his order properly. He wanted to move forward but his four legs kept intertwined because he wasn't used to having so many limbs to move.
"Calm down, Connor. It's going to be alright," a voice close to him assured him and the Skinwalker turned his head.
His vision took a moment to adjust but he knew it was Silphie. He tried to speak and answered her but only a series of desperate whimpers escaped his throat. He was overwhelmed.
