A wolf in human clothing

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" The world was ending, it had to be. What else could this madness be? Sah stood in horror as his world literally folded in on itself, his paws all but rooted to the spot. Cracks appeared in the ground, racing past him in horrific patterns as the sky turned an inky black. The sun was gone, swallowed by smoke and shadow. The only light source that remained was from the fire that consumed the land. Sah's ears rang, or was that the entire planet screaming? Sah howled, trying to call his pack to him, trying to keep them together. He had to keep them safe. But it was no use. No one answered his call. The ground suddenly tilted, the sky folded in, and Sah lost consciousness. He woke up shivering, ice and wind biting his skin. The smell of snow and pine was in the air, not a trace of smoke to be sensed. Sah's  eyes shot open. Were was the fire? The smoke, the destruction? Where was his pack? Sah jumped to his feet only to fall over. He caught himself and froze, staring down in horror. He had hands, humanoid hands. The clawless, furless and weak limbs of the elves and humans of his world. What was going on? Panic building, Sah ran his hands over himself. His fur and wings were gone, his tail vanished, his ears the small and useless things he'd seen on humans. Running his tongue over his teeth he realized his fangs were gone. He was humanoid. Sah slowly stood up on his hind legs, or were they just legs now? It took him a moment to find his balance, but he managed. Getting his bearings he looked around, trying to get a grip. He was surrounded by snow, not unlike his home. A tundra forest it looked like, at least it was something familiar. Sah looked down, he appeared to be wearing what he believed were called a T-shirt and pants. How he got them, he had no clue but with how cold he felt, he was glad to have some kind of protection at least. A thought occurred to him, did he at least retain his magic? Sah closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, trying to call upon his power. To his horror it was far more difficult then usual and the sparks of lighting that danced along his skin were far weaker then normal. He tried to shape it, directing it's flow but he was unsuccessful. Sah had to stop quickly, it was exhausting to hold even that little amount of magic. His control was shot. Sah felt like a pup just manifesting his power and lost without a pack. It was terrifying. "Well, fuck." sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie