Swiftcurrent Creek [NaWOWriMo] You won't like me when I'm Angry

#5: Your toon woke up as an object

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.