Ba'ar (INC)

	I groaned, rolling over in my sleep. Things were changing before they were supposed to, and I did not like change.

	For example, the fact I was asleep instead of hibernating. That was *not* how things were supposed to be going around mid-January, with eight feet of snow around my home cave and all the idiot skiers staying way the fuck away because I mauled the trees this year.

	"Oh! I'm sorry!" a voice said, prompting me to raise your snot and shoot a truley withering glare at the person making noise. "I just, umm... er... you're not one of mine are you?"

	I growled and put my head under my hands to try and get back to sleep. I did *not* want to deal with this.

	"Listen, um... mister, we kinda have a problem."

	Nope. Not dealing with this shit. Nuh-uh. No way.

	"I can't get you home."

	Wat.

	Looking out from under a hand, I glared at the voice again. She was pretty, very human, and I had no idea how I, a proud bear trying to go the fuck back to sleep, could understand her. Groaning, I came up to a sitting position and glared at her.

	"I meant it. I can't get you home again, and I don't know why!"

	I grumbled a little and pushed myself to all four feet... and noticed my front feet felt weird. Looking at them, I tilted my head to the side, and looked at the long, narrow fingers on the floor. Those were my fingers aparently. Looking down, I gulped.

	I was changed. Fur, gone. Layers of warm fat that meant I could sleep through the winter, gone. Old battle scars, gone. Protective hide that had stopped small bullets and angry insects, gone. My legs had been lengthened, my form almost comically shrunk. Putting my back feet behind me and pushing up, I found myself standing- and the figure before me blushing furiously.

	Y'know, the things that could look like this could do some weird things with their mouths. Rolling the concept around in my mind for a second, I tried to speak.

	"Food."

	Well... I'd say partial success. It wasn't exactly what I was going for, but it was in the neighborhood. The only response from the figure in front of me was a blush, and then a squeak as I moved towards where I smelled food. Thank heavens my nose was mostly the same, though. It took a few minutes before I found something- noticably, a large loaf of something that smelled okay. Eating it, I blinked. It tasted weird, but otherwise okay. Kinda like a wild pumpkin, really.

	"My bread!" the person yelled, running over and nearly jumping on me. It was okay if she did- not like I couldn't just fling her off if I needed. After a few minutes of her hanging on my arm, I looked down at her and huffed, spooking her off easily. Watching her scurry to get a broom, she started poking my ankles angrily.

	"I am the goddess of mathematics, Eros, Phila, and travelers!" the person yelled, keeping after my ankles. "And you need to get out of my dwelling! Out! Out!"

	"..." you said, looking at the broom. "No."

	"Fine! I'll make you get out... if I can... shit." she yelled, trailing off. "You don't have a strong dimensional tag. I don't know where you're from."

	"My cave." you replied,