“I have no doubt that they played a part in it,” replied Kampala. From the legends that had been passed down from generation to generation, she understood that shortly after the humans disappeared, the luperci were born. It was because of them that she was what she was. And she did not hate them for it. Instead, she embraced it, taking full advantage of what she could do in this form. In fact, she had not gone back to her four-legged form but once or twice since she had mastered the art of shifting. She enjoyed her hands far too much.
A comfortable (at least for Kam) silence fell between the two, and she sat admiring what was left of the city’s skyline. “My name is Kampala, by the way. Do you live around here?” she inquired. While jumping right into pack life was not her idea of fun, she imagined she would eventually find somewhere to settle down. There were plenty of places in this area to do so, and it would not make sense for her to pass on such an opportunity.