She makes a keening noise, sort of an apology. I'm not used to this. The setting was miserable enough without having to get used to the fact she was a dog.

Even with the fur, she was cold, starting to lift her front feet again in turn. Her stomach was rumbling too, reminding her she hadn't eaten. Betty paces back and forth a bit before sitting again and sniffing the larger dog more curiously this time. You're quiet for a big dog.