Her expression flickered. And she made a point to take a slow sip of her water before responding, thought not in a way precisely that made it look like she needed time to gather her thoughts.

More like it was a subject that warranted a pause.

"There were," she said slowly, "once. Though I can't quite say how many. It was always more of a solitary race."

And her life, earlier, before she learned to take on another form, was not nearly as clear. She honestly couldn't say exactly when she began. There was a large chunk of time that was hazy at best, while her thoughts were still sentient but more...animalistic. Seasons came and went, and there was nothing but the hunt.

She set her glass down again, hands moving almost primly to her lap. She sat up especially straight, as if giving testimony or statement at an interview. And she sighed. Her voice took on a mediocre weary note.

"And now, it honestly wouldn't surprise me to learn I was the last. I haven't seen another in, oh - a very long time."