Gray, short hair slightly covers a thin, frowning face. Squinting black eyes, set narrowly within their sockets, watch wearily over the stronghold they've worshipped for so long.
Fire has left a mark reaching from the bottom of the right cheek , running towards the right side of her lips and ending on her right nostril leaves an aching burden of unexpected friendship.

The is the face of a true romancer among werewolves. She stands ordinary among others, despite her sturdy frame.

There's something appealing about her, perhaps it's her sympathy or perhaps it's simply her sense of comradery. But nonetheless, people tend to welcome her, while secretly training to become more like her.