The face she now saw in the mirror was alien. After her first time, she avoided looking in mirrors, having found the asymmetry of her ork physiognomy repulsive. But her new visage was more regular, though hardly more human. She was finding her new body shape more congenial as well. She had expected to find the fur unbearably warm, but it hadn’t been so. Her long limbs were still uncoordinated, making her every movement awkward. She felt ungainly and frustrated at her lack of control. If Shiroi hadn’t found her in the Walled City, she would have been prey for the jackals who scoured that garbage heap.