Alpha's physique became more robust, his bristling fur undulating unnaturally as its color began to change.
From its original black over brown, it dyed into a sacred, unblemished shade of white.
His snout grew in both length and width, already massive fangs grew even more to occupy his maw, his ears straightened and grew larger, and his once lusterless eyes now bloomed with a cadence of red.
Slowly but surely, Alpha was shedding his inferior qualities. His species was changing at a cellular level, his bone structure reconstructing itself — becoming stronger, thicker, and greater.
He was no longer a Belgian Malinois. He had become something greater, something more majestic. Every cell in Alpha's body churned with excitement. It was as though he was always meant to be this way.
He wasn't becoming something foreign. No — his body was merely taking its original form, what he was meant to be: a creature of majesty, a figure more deserving of the name Alpha!
Awooooooooooo!
