He awakes at a place hitherto unknown, sure as he was when he slept idly by the idols that he had spanned the breadth of the place... water drips upon his head, and he shakes it to find his fur now feathers. With the power of shaken instinct, he propels this foreign form through the air and away from the odd stream of water ostensibly projecting itself from the earth. This all came to a close as he crossed a circle and fell to his face.

"Things seem to have changed" he thought, and moved furtively on his way...