[Jess]

So long I spent, wrapped in the fur you blessed me with.
Sometimes it was hard to remember I was human at all.
The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of claiming prey.
Years passed as the Spirits quietly whispered.

The only anchor to my humanity for all that time.
Their voices, and the memories.
Mother's laugh, father's hand atop my head.
All the small things that threaten to fade as time wears on.
All the small things they left to remember them by.

I walk on two legs, I speak like them now, and yet..
Do I truly feel human?
When every time I turn around, I find myself on four paws.
Slipping between shapes as the barrier between them grows thin.
As the beast within grows in strength.

I don't know if I'll ever feel content amongst 'my own kind' any longer.
Not when the hunt calls to my very soul.
Yet as time goes on..? As the blood of prey sprays across my tongue?
I realize maybe it's best if I don't feel such a way.

After all, a content huntress.. is no huntress at all.