You groan, opening your eyes as the remnants of slime slip away. Your body feels... strange, heavier almost, and looking cross-eyed you can see some sort of muzzle. A muzzle attached to your face. You somehow don't panic, something heavy thumping against the cool grass as you force yourself to sit up, confusion growing when you find one too many pairs of arms. Floppy ears twitch, and you bring up a paw closer to your face in bemusement. It doesn't feel wrong, just... odd, you realize.