As the fur finally spread over the last of his skin and his body fills into its final bulk, the sheepdog finally corrals the final sheep back into it's rightful pen. The adrenaline wears down, as John runs a thick paw across his forehead, his composure finally returning. It doesn't feel strange to be naked, or even larger than he's usually used to. The only thing that seems peculiar, is that the other sheepdog seems to be nowhere in sight...

(This is definitely my favorite frame of the sequence, btw. I just love how all the forms and the background came together=3)