You look down at yourself and sigh with relief - you're still an Espeon. Same short, purple fur, same paws, same forked tail, same huge ears, same gender, different size.
You decide to make a plan, it's better to think things out rather than just running off. You decide that you need to find or make a shelter where you can spend the night first, then maybe find some berries and...
Your ears suddenly perk up. You had been hearing a sound while you were thinking, a sort of quick, dull thud, over and over again. You had just ignored it before, but it had been getting louder and louder until you couldn't block it out anymore. You also realise that some of the little bits of dirt around you are starting to shake with each thud. You feel a bit stupid for not paying attention to your surroundings at your current size, so, better late than never, you turn around to see what it is.
Walking towards you along the dirt path is a ninetales, a REGULAR SIZED ninetales. It's absolutely massive! And, although it's only strolling, it's approaching you extremely fast from your point of view! You don't have enough time to move out of the way; it's right on top of you! Instead, you begin shouting for all your worth, trying to get its attention before it's too late...
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