Kam shrugged her shoulders. She liked who she was, what she was, and so she felt no hate toward the humans. She found them fascinating on many levels, and she never felt the need to feel anything but appreciation for all that they had created.
The four-legged male introduced himself as Tharin Lupei, and Kampala though the name suited him well. Why, she could not quite say, but perhaps these things were not meant to be explained. “Are they all like, you?” she asked, but then realized that it might come across as rude. “What I mean to ask is are they all unable to shift?” A majority of those she had run into had contracted the ability at some point in time. Most through birth, but a few through either battle or intimacy with shifters. Kam had been born with the ability, though like everybody who was born with it, she had to be around six months old before she could actually take advantage of it. And once she had shifted from her four-legged form to her current one, she had rarely looked back.
The usefulness of her hand was far too good to leave, and she simply enjoyed walking around on two legs instead of four. It felt more natural than four to her now that she had been living this way for more than half of her life.