<blockquote>"I dream of hunting in this jungle of metal and asphalt," she said. "I dream of my true form leaping from beam to ledge to terrace to roof, until I am at the top of this island, until I can growl in the faces of all the men who believe they can own me."</blockquote>
➤ I thought there was no way that there could be an ending I would find satisfying for this story but THERE WAS
➤ part 2: http://strangehorizons.com/fiction/good-hunting-part-2-of-2/
