Wolf RPG

She woke up as the sun rose over the mountains to the always appreciated feeling of her three other sibling's paws kicking her in various spots. As per usual she grew annoyed and screeched, pushing back as she fought her way to a teat because food always made her feel so much better. Just as she wrapped her mouth around the source of milky goodness @Zephyr shoved her aside and stole it. That was the last straw and she screamed, the sound growing increasingly deeper in pitch as she grew to the size of seven wolves and bulked up in muscle. She roared and spun in circles, now fully freaked out and panicked by her size. Her roars could probably be heard all the way in Tuktu Hinterlands.

A sound thundered towards the sleeping wolf, waking him instantly. He cast his gaze around, wary of a bar attack. He wouldn't do much good in such a situation: he dealt with the aftermath.
He thought to push himself up and investigate with some haste yet he couldn't move. He could see, but he couldn't move. 
He tried to call out but no sound came. He started to panic, his mind trying to force his non-existent muscles to push him up and run.

He was a rock. A heavyweight set in the ground. 
He could move his eyes though, whatever they looked on the outside he didn't know. Perhaps just a moving bump on the surface, or maybe his whole eyes were there. (That is a scary image)
He rotated his eyes until he found the mouth of a den. He watched it, unable to do anything else.

It took her a few moments to realise she was ginormous. When she did realise this she stopped mid rage and looked down at her siblings and whatever parent happened to be around at this time. She lifted a paw and put it next to them, studying how much bigger it was when compared to the small bodies of her siblings. She cooed and giggled turning away and ducking so she could leave the den. That's when she saw the rock with eyes. She froze in place, stared at it with equal parts horror and curiosity and slowly (though due to her size it took like four steps) approached it. She lowered her nose and flipped it over so those weird eyes would stop staring. The flip actually ended up making it go rolling a few feet and she followed, repeating the movement. Soon she was kicking and nosing the rock all over the place, laughing herself silly till all the anger faded and she slowly shrunk to puppy size again and now stared eye to eye at the rock.

He saw the enormous creature emerge from the depths. It looked like a puppy but certainly was not the size of one. He wanted to run, tried to pull himself away. All he managed to do was rotate his eyes away from the Goliath. 

Then, he felt the world tilt and shift as he was turned over and over, a force slapping into him to shift him. He would've grunted but, alas, he was a rock. He bounced off trees, came to halts only to be thrust over and over again. At last, it was over. He opened his eyes to be face to face with the now shrunken child. 

He stared, unsure of what to do. He hoped its proportions wouldn't explode again -- he'd rather not be a toy. or did he

Somehow growing and then shrinking back had expended a lot of energy. She was extremely tired but this rock was weird, it had eyeballs! So she fought off the sleepiness and instead sniffed at it. It smelled weird it had the very faintest scent of being a wolf but then it also smelled so plainly rock. She yipped at it and then booped at one of its eyes with her paw leaping away to see if it did anything back to her. When it did not she crept closer again and flopped to the ground and pressed against it, deciding that a sun warmed blinking rock was a nice spot to snuggle against.

He grunted or would've if rocks had the ability to emit sound. He moved his eye away from the curious muzzle of the wolf. They felt dry and itchy, but he couldn't do anything! 
The paw smacked him before he could react, causing the irritation to heighten. This was torture! What did he do to deserve this!

He felt a warmth against his base. Curious, he rotated his eyes back to see the pup laying against him. He blinked, unable to do anything else. The day was good, he supposed. Shame he was a rock now, not able to go out and collect plants.