I closed my eyes, opened them, and hey, I was a little doggo

Like so many ordinary girls, Ghost's greatest dream was to become beautiful and rich. Having both at once would be even better.

He could probably only count on a soul transmigration for that makeover. Transmigrating with his body certainly wouldn't work; there was simply no room to improve the raw material...

This chubby fellow's greatest strengths were being easygoing and content with what he had. Apart from not having a boyfriend, Ghost was actually quite satisfied with his life.

Because he shared a name with the male lead's beloved pet in a certain American TV series with a terrible ending, Ghost had seriously considered how to use a transmigrator heroine's foreknowledge if he traveled to the world of Game of Thrones...

After thinking it through, he decided to forget it. A gigantic meat grinder like Ice and Fire was no place for a person.

The modern world was great! Hot pot and lobster, computers and gacha pulls, Marvel and the Mother of Dragons... What more could he want?

Oh, his favorite mystery anime voiced by Tsuda had finished airing, too. Utterly satisfied...

Much later, when Ghost looked back on this, he thought he truly was the king of raising flags...

Yesterday had been Christmas. He still clearly remembered watching the first season of Ice and Fire for the sixth time yesterday, then going to Site C to find a bunch of Mother of Dragons and Khal edits and giggling over them for half the night. Then, as the sky began to brighten, he had wrapped himself in three layers of quilts, covered himself with a down jacket, and gone to sleep...

When he woke up, he seemed to have become a nonhuman creature? Possibly a fluffy husky...

It looked like a husky, right?

The coat color and body and everything looked somewhat similar... As someone who only admired pets online, Ghost wasn't entirely sure.

But did pure-white huskies exist?

After lying motionless for ages, the faint stinging from her body finally made her accept the reality that she had gone from human to dog.

An internet meme suddenly flashed through her mind: I might not be human, but you're a real dog...

Ghost wanted to laugh. He opened his big mouth and let out a soft little, "Awooo..."

It was just so depressing.

She was a single young woman in the prime of her life. Becoming a dog was bad enough, but she had become an injured dog.

Who could have been heartless enough to hurt it? Ignoring the financial damage they caused, huskies were so cute...

Ghost raised his head slightly and gazed at his paws, flexing them at will. Trying to find some comfort in his misery, he thought that, judging by all this snow-white, fluffy fur, he probably looked pretty cute.

The nails were far too sharp, though. They needed trimming.

She stretched out both front paws and gently pressed her soft belly. Blood stained the tangled, soft fur, along with dirt, grass roots, and all sorts of other debris...

The wound was on her abdomen. Judging by the intensity of the pain, it didn't seem particularly serious.

A thought popped into her mind without warning: I want to lick it...

Ghost froze. Now I'm screwed... Even her thoughts were turning canine!

She slowly raised her upper body, tugging at the wound, and couldn't help letting out a low, whimpering howl.

She seemed to be in a patch of woodland out in the wilderness, surrounded by many tall, snow-covered conifers. An injured wild animal could only recover slowly on its own. Out here in the middle of nowhere, there was no telling whether large predators might be around. She needed to find somewhere safe.

Everything was strange right now. She needed to get her bearings first.

Ghost slowly stood up. The sensation of standing on all fours was novel. The tips of his ears twitched; faint sounds of footsteps on the forest floor seemed to come from somewhere, very faint.

She shifted her ears uneasily and backed away slightly.

But a scent that reassured her hung in the air, carrying a hint of familiarity.

Ghost stared wide-eyed into the depths of the woods. Several creatures resembling him slowly emerged from the undergrowth.

Their coats were a mixture of white, gray, and tawny brown. Their round, golden eyes held a cold gaze-the gaze of apex predators.

Their pointed muzzles protruded, their thick tails stood upright and swayed leisurely, and their ears were small, with slightly rounded outer edges. They were completely different from a husky's goofy, upright airplane ears.

Ghost's heart lurched. He finally realized the gap in his knowledge.

This was a wolf pack...

Right, how could there possibly be huskies in the mountains? Did that mean she was a wolf, too?

Ghost didn't dare move. She stared at the lead wolf slowly emerging, meeting its eyes.

Fortunately, the slaughter she feared didn't happen. The wolves merely came forward one by one to sniff her, circled Ghost, then lay down.

The largest wolf, the one in the lead, stretched out its nose to sniff Ghost, then shook its head in a remarkably human manner.

Ghost saw a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Then the lead wolf lowered its head, gently licked the fur around Ghost's wound, and let out a mournful cry.

Ghost: This doesn't feel very promising. Is it what she thinks it is??

Ghost, a human in wolf's clothing, was now a little worried about his future chastity...

Fortunately, after licking him, the giant wolf merely rubbed its head against Ghost, then took a few steps deeper into the woods and turned back to look at her.

Was this its way of telling her to follow them?

Ghost stamped his paws. She still wasn't used to being on all fours. Her viewpoint was very low, and it felt very strange.

All the colors in her field of vision were somewhat washed out. Moreover, even without light, she could see far into the distance...

The wolves moved through the mountain forest like fish through water, their figures ghostly, disappearing in an instant. Only this giant wolf remained ahead, leading the way at an unhurried pace.

The terrain gradually grew steeper. They seemed to be heading up into the mountains. The trees in the woodland weren't dense, but there were plenty of small animals.

In this short time, Ghost had already seen several warrens of wild rabbits. So far, he hadn't seen any threatening creatures.

Ghost felt light and agile, and faint tingles of numbness and itching gradually crept into the pain of his wound.

The wound was healing, and fast... Even though she was no longer human, she still thought this was definitely not a normal healing speed.

She felt a sudden surge of hunger, as though she hadn't eaten for days. Her stomach burned...

Noticing that Ghost had slowed down, the giant wolf stopped as well and turned to stare at her.

Ghost opened his mouth. "Awoooo..." I'm hungry.

She lowered her head in dejection. Sure enough, no matter what she tried to say, all that came out was a wolf's howl.

Whether the giant wolf understood her or not, it stopped running and instead picked a direction and walked slowly ahead.

After they passed through a patch of brambles and tangled grass, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a small lake.

The moment the giant wolf appeared, the far side of the lake erupted into chaos. Animals large and small fled in panic.

Ghost even spotted foxes fleeing blindly and weasels with black-and-white stripes. Faint waves of foul stench drifted through the air...

Why does this feel like Japanese invaders entering a village? Ghost wanted to laugh again.

The giant wolf beside him shot past like an arrow, charging toward a young deer that had become separated from the others.

Ghost had never seen a real wolf hunt, but she was certain there were no wolves whose speed rivaled a cheetah's.

Nature's cruelty played out before her eyes. The little deer died in the wolf's jaws in an instant. Unable to bear watching the brutal scene, Ghost turned his face away.

Until the giant wolf tossed the poor little deer into her face, even thoughtfully tearing it in half.

Only then did Ghost belatedly realize that this seemed to be his current diet...

No! No! No!

Aaaaaaah, I can only stomach medium-well steak, we're supposed to say no to wild game, is there any way to cook this meat, did I transmigrate just to eat raw flesh and drink blood? But she didn't want to starve...

Ghost's mind was already being bombarded with bullet comments. Even his utterly expressionless wolf face seemed to show a trace of a breakdown...

Seeing that Ghost still wouldn't take a bite, the giant wolf let out a threatening growl that gradually grew louder.

Ghost had a feeling that it absolutely would not hurt him. She simply turned her back and ignored it, pointing her butt at it.

The growling behind her stopped, but strange sounds followed: flesh, bone, and hide tearing.

Was the giant wolf eating? That sounded really creepy... Not quite. There was also a sharp cracking sound, like bones changing shape.

In any case, she was human. She absolutely would not eat a raw animal that had only just died.

The strange sounds soon stopped, but then a man's voice suddenly rang out behind her.

"You really are a handful."