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It's all good 
Without a doubt, the world that she had come from was different. Aurèle had lived her life as a beast for years. When she had taken two legs it was only to use them against men. Her mercy and her humanity had been destroyed over the things she had done. Yet she felt no shame. She was proud of each moment, even the terrible ones.
A voice from her right caused the hunter to raised her head, the kill left to lay in the ground between her paws. Even now she was four-legged. Nayati was one of the few people she considered a friend (or the beginnings of a friend) and she was glad to see him pleased with the kill. “Merci,” she replied. Though an easy smile was on her face, the woman’s eyes were those of a hunting cat—a cat old enough to be wise but still ready to be cruel. Emerald-neon, they burned in the sunlight. “I thought the skin might be of use to someone.”