I keep staring into my reflection, trying to determine if the eyes that I see are my own or that of the wolf. The question seems stupid with me currently in control of my body... Our body, but as I said, it is the current situation and it can change any moment. This goes long enough for it to stop raining and the columns of smoke to die out. I seem to be in control for now.

The next thing that I worry about is how warped has my image become exactly? I'm tall, but for my pleasant surprise not tall enough leave human measurements behind. Somewhere in little over seven feet tall territory, I conclude using the altar and my old measurements as guide. Then yet again with the rule of error included I could have actually reached eight feet in height. Still possible for human, if little eye catching. I'm slender, but at least it scaled little with the height so I'm not a stick figure, with heavy clothing I should look proportional. Hair is... fine I guess, little weird looking with wild and uncleaned look, but as long as nobody touches it and notices that it's closer to armor than hair. It is also longer that I had as a human. Skin tone remains same tanned-to-wheat-like-color I had as human with no weird pigmentation, colors or patterns. I guess I paled down a little, but that could also be the shock I'm currently experiencing.

That leaves only the problem parts, my eyes and mouth. Facial features were warped as a whole by the lengthening process, plus my face did get wider with the scaling, so I look nothing like I used to, but the shape is human. The eyes are red, crimson even to the point that the color is something I don't think is possible for human eyes to be and when I said that the wolf's gaze was burning, I meant that there is movement like spiraling flakes of ash in the irises that you don't really see on humans either. That's happening in my eyes, so there is no way I pass as human while my eyes are showing. My mouth is fine if I don't smile or grin, because that causes it to spread half way across my face, from ear to ear, same as opening it full does.Ears themselves seem to be fine, no extra length or absurd angles or generally animal like attributes. Also, I have to keep my lips tightly sealed so that nobody sees my teeth or the fangs they become. So while talking I wear constant, tight half-grin that makes me look like total douche thanks to my now thin lips. But the eyes can't be hidden, unless this world is developed enough to have sunglasses, which don't really help the looking like douche bag thing.

For now the only things I can do to pass more like human is to shorten my nails, cut my hair and hide my eyes while remembering to keep my mouth shut. Also, getting clothes that aren't burned to a crisp should also help with the "I'm normal, don't kill me"-look I'm going for. So I leave behind my smoldering pile of ex-books and ex-backpack and head on to search clothes.

Coming to the set of wooden doors, now as burned as my books are, I head left towards the stairs where I met the beast and walk down. There I'm greeted by plethora of doors to choose from, all wooden and decorated with paint and carvings. I try the first on my left and find it locked. Next thing I find is my leg half-lodged in the door when I decided to kick it open. "Gentle" push later I'm more literal than normally when walking through a door. Inside I see small bedroom with a single bed on my right, window on the opposite wall and wardrobe on my left. I check the wardrobe and find women's clothing, so I go through the door on the opposite site of this one, maybe the living quarters are divided on women's and men's side? It seems that I'm either lucky or right, because I find men's clothing, albeit from medieval period. So no sunglasses for now.

After exchanging my burned and dirty clothes with the new and clean, except for my boxers and socks that remained unburned, I'm dressed what I imagine to be local lord clothes with white trousers tucked into calf-length and I completely forgot about my calf. Then yet again it has been completely quiet and not bleeding all this time so it is fine. I mean it probably healed during the transformation and the shock of that made me think something else entirely, which is really troubling, seeing that the calf was the reason for the whole ordeal. Well anyway, white trousers, in black calf-length boots for my legs, fastened with highly decorated belt, and white, flat fitted doublet and red leather jerkin with high neckline over my upper body. Only piece of clothing I like is the silken undershirt which I wear under the doublet.

Now here comes the fun part, with the fact that I found leather gloves from the wardrobe to hide my nails, but no nail clippers, I'm left with one option to finish this dress-up game. "Seeing that some people bite their nails this shouldn't be so bad right?" Thought I as I brought my thumb near my mouth, placing the nail over my lower row of fangs and bit. It took three bites, but the nail fractured of and I'm left with a bleeding thumb that has a nail half-ripped off and nine more to go. As I finish my manicure I return to the women's wardrobe and take pair of silken gloves to wear under mine leather ones.

I was so focused on my clothes problem that I didn't even notice how every piece of clothing, even if little snug, was almost as if tailored to my warped frame. Realization I had later down the road, but currently I did not take notice of this.