Like many ordinary girls, Ghost's biggest dreams were to become beautiful and get rich, and it would be even better if she could manage both at the same time.
She probably had to rely on soul transmigration for a makeover; physical transmigration definitely wouldn't work, as the raw material simply left no room for sculpting...
The greatest virtue of a chubby person is a broad mind and being content with what one has. Aside from lacking a boyfriend, Ghost was actually quite satisfied with the status quo.
Because her name matched that of a certain beloved pet of a male lead in a poorly-ended American TV series, Ghost had seriously pondered how she could leverage a transmigrator's foresight advantage if she ever transmigrated into the world of Game of Thrones...
After giving it careful thought, she decided against it. A giant meat grinder like Ice and Fire was no place for a human to stay.
Modern times were great! There was hot pot and crawfish, computers and gacha games, Marvel and the Dragon Queen... what more could she want?
Oh, and her favorite voice actor's mystery series directed by Tsuda had also finished airing; she was completely satisfied...
It wasn't until much later, when Ghost looked back on it, that she realized she truly was the queen of flags...
Yesterday was Christmas. She still clearly remembered watching the first season of Ice and Fire for the sixth time yesterday, and going to station C to dig up a bunch of edits of the Dragon Queen and Khal Drogo, giggling away for half the night. Then, as the sky was growing faintly pale, she fell asleep wrapped in three quilts and a down jacket...
As soon as she woke up, she seemed to have turned into a non-human creature? She was suspected to be a fluffy Husky...
Was she a Husky, though?
Her fur color and body shape were somewhat similar... As a member of the virtual pet-petting community, Ghost wasn't entirely sure.
However, were there pure white Huskies?
After playing dead for a long time, the lingering, dull pain coming from her body finally forced her to accept the reality that she had turned from a human into a dog.
A netizen's meme suddenly flashed through her mind: *Although I'm not human, you're a real dog...*
Ghost wanted to laugh, but her wide jaws parted to let out a soft whimpering sound: "Awoo..."
It was all rather depressing.
She was a blooming, single young woman, and not only did she transmigrate into a dog, but she transmigrated into an injured dog.
She had no idea who had been so cruel as to hurt it; setting aside the economic losses, Huskies were just so adorable...
Ghost raised her head slightly, gazing at her flexible, retractable claws, and tried to find cheer in adversity by thinking that with this snow-white, fluffy coat of fur, she should still look quite cute.
It was just that her nails were way too sharp; they needed trimming.
She strained her two front paws hard, gently pressing against her soft belly. The tangled, soft fur was stained with blood, along with a messy mix of dirt and grass roots...
The wound was on her abdomen, and judging by the intensity of the pain, it didn't seem particularly serious.
A thought suddenly popped out of her consciousness: *I want to lick it...*
Ghost froze. Now she was completely done for... Her thoughts were even becoming canine!
She slowly straightened her upper body, which tugged at the wound, and she couldn't help but emit a low, whining howl.
She seemed to be in some wilderness woodland, surrounded by many tall, snow-covered coniferous trees. Wild animals could only rely on slow recovery when injured. Out here in the wilds, it was hard to say whether there would be large beasts of prey. She needed to find a safe place.
Everything right now was extremely bizarre, so she had to get her bearings first.
Ghost slowly stood up; the feeling of walking on all fours was very novel. Her ear tips twitched slightly, as if the faint sound of stepping on the woodland floor was coming from somewhere, very light.
She nervously twitched her ears and backed up slightly.
However, the air was filled with a certain scent that brought her a sense of reassurance, and the feeling it transmitted carried a trace of familiarity.
Ghost opened her eyes wide and stared into the depths of the woods, where several creatures whose appearance closely resembled hers slowly emerged from the bushes.
Their fur was a mix of white, gray, and brownish-yellow, and their round, golden pupils had an icy gaze—that was the look of apex predators.
Their pointed muzzles protruded, thick tails stood upright and swayed leisurely, and their ears were small with slightly rounded auricles. It was completely unlike the foolish, upright, airplane-wing ears of a Husky.
Ghost's heart skipped a beat as she finally realized the flaw in her knowledge.
This was a wolf pack...
Right, how could there possibly be Huskies in the mountains? So was she a wolf too?
Ghost didn't dare to move at all; she stared at the alpha wolf that was slowly walking out, locking eyes with it.
Fortunately, the slaughter she feared did not happen. The wolves merely walked up to her one by one to sniff her, circled around Ghost once, and then lay down one after another.
The largest wolf in the lead stretched out its nose to sniff Ghost and shook its head with a very human-like gesture.
Ghost could read a hint of confusion in its eyes.
Then the alpha wolf lowered its head, gently licking the fur near Ghost's wound, and let out a mournful cry.
Ghost: *This feels somewhat ominous. Is it what I think it is??*
Ghost the human, draped in a wolf's skin, was currently somewhat worried about the issue of her future chastity...
Fortunately, after licking her, the giant wolf merely rubbed its head against Ghost, then took a few steps toward the depths of the woods and turned back to look at her.
Was this its way of telling her to follow them?
Ghost tapped her paws; she was still not quite used to the feeling of walking on all fours. Her line of sight was very low, and it felt very strange.
Every color in her field of view had a slightly whitish tint, and moreover, even without light, she could see very deep and very far away...
The wolves in the mountain forest moved like fish entering water, their figures ghostly, vanishing in an instant. Only this giant wolf consistently led the way ahead at an unhurried pace.
The terrain gradually grew steeper; they seemed to be heading up into the high mountains. The trees in the woodland were not very dense, but small animals were plentiful.
In this short span of time, Ghost had already spotted several nests of wild rabbits. No threatening creatures were in sight for the moment.
Ghost felt her body light and agile, and the pain from her wound was gradually replaced by a hint of numb itching.
The wound was healing, and at a very fast pace... Even though she was no longer human now, she knew for a fact that this was definitely not a normal healing rate.
She felt a sudden wave of hunger, as if she hadn't eaten in many days. It was burning her stomach...
Noticing that Ghost's pace had slowed down, the giant wolf also stopped, turning its head to stare at her.
Ghost opened her mouth: "Awooooo..." *I'm hungry.*
She lowered her head in frustration; as expected, no matter what she wanted to say, what came out was a wolf howl.
Whether the giant wolf understood her meaning or not, it didn't resume running. Instead, it picked a direction and strolled along leisurely in front.
Passing through a patch of thorns and tangled weeds, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a small lake.
As soon as the giant wolf appeared, chaos erupted in the distance by the lake. Animals of all sizes fled in panic.
Ghost even saw a fox running blindly for its life and a marten with black and white stripes, and a foul stench faintly drifted through the air...
*Why does this feel like the Japanese devils entering a village?* Ghost wanted to laugh again.
The giant wolf beside her flashed past like an arrow, charging toward a lone fawn.
Ghost had never seen real wolves hunting, but she could bet there was definitely no wolf with a speed comparable to a cheetah.
The cruelty of nature played out right before her eyes, and the young deer perished under the wolf's jaws in an instant. Ghost couldn't bear to watch this cruel scene and turned her face away.
Until the giant wolf tossed the poor little deer onto her face, thoughtfully torn in half.
Ghost belatedly realized that this seemed to be her menu now...
No! Way!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh I can only eat medium-rare steak, we must reject game meat, is there any way to cook this meat, did I really transmigrate just to drink blood and eat raw flesh, yet she didn't want to starve to death...
Ghost's mind had already been washed by a barrage of mental comments, and even on the expressionless wolf face, a trace of a breakdown seemed discernible...
Seeing that Ghost delayed in taking a bite, the giant wolf let out a threatening low growl, the sound gradually growing louder.
Ghost had a feeling that it would never hurt her. She simply turned her back, ignoring it, and pointed her butt at it.
The low growl behind her stopped, but the strange sound of tearing flesh, bone, and hide rang out.
Was the giant wolf eating? This sound sounded truly spine-chilling... Not quite, there was also the crisp cracking sound of bones deforming.
Anyway, she was a human; she would never eat a freshly killed raw animal.
The strange sound quickly stopped, and abruptly, a man's voice rang out from behind her.
"You really are a lot of trouble."