Fur, I have decided, is a very nice material to sleep in. I’m not sure what kind of fur it is, but it’s very soft. I hope, if I’m not supposed to eat meat, that it’s at least okay for me to use fur. Jalese didn’t seem to think it odd of me anyway.

And, I tell myself, we’re in a primitive society, and fur is still a necessary material, so the whole modern attitude to the use of fur doesn’t apply. I tell myself. It’s simply practical.

About the last thing I remember before falling asleep was squirming out of my tunic and trousers, and being naked in all that fur, feeling it tickle and caress me all over. I’ve never been a sensual person, but I started to feel that this could change now. Or at least later, because I really did need to sleep.

I was so tired I didn’t even remember to be afraid that I might wake up back home in that horrible body.