Polar

She yawned, stretching her arms out, out and out, down and down. Fingers bent and retracted around the thick and heavy palm. The ex-hands hit the cold, snow-dusted floor of the polar weather research station with a thud. She shook herself mightily, billowing out her rich olive skin, breathing in and in until it split and fell away, revealing the thick golden-white fur beneath. She tested a little roar and saw her breath in the cold air, the heating off and doors now hanging open to the arctic winds.