Alai sighed, sitting on the roof of a crumbling building--one of the few that still stood freely. She had taken the transformation from human to... whatever the hell she was, rather well. She admired her glossy black coat, her sharp yellow eyes, and the amount of raw, wild instinct to add to her already powerful muscles, which rippled under her sleek ebony fur. Her body was still sore from the blast, the sudden body swap and getting used to the sharp, long incisors in her mouth, but they would go away with time. Her ears perked at the sound of voices, and she turned to see two figures, a fox and a dragon, stopping to look at something on the ground below her. Alai quickly got to her feet and then crouched down, her hand on the machete at her waist. Even though she possessed a firearm, she felt much more comfortable fighting in close combat. Her eyes narrow, she peered out at the peculiar pair, unsure of their motives or whether or not they were competition. They appeared to be just passing through, but Alai wasn't the type to take chances. She flattened her ears and kept her body as low to the roof as possible. Whatever they were doing or planning, she didn't want to end up with blood on her hands (or now paws) and injuries to tend.