Watching her, the wolf growled and pounced the gear, barking. A flash of light and the wolf disappeared, a human stood in it's place. "What the...." She looked up, yelping. "Where am i?" Glancing around, Winterborn asked softly, touching her hair, and her furless stomach. Where the fur had been, near her unmentionable parts, there was a weird cloth-like material. It resembled a tankini and she growled, the sound odd in her human throat. A circlet of emeralds was wrapped cozily around her bare ankle.