As this average height woman steps forward, you immediately catch a glimpse of her sharp, angular features, dark hair, and the dull green tint of her eyes. Her lips are full and soft, though her face carries a hint of the wild and her step is measured like one who was oft treaded in natural places and takes care where their footfalls land.

Dark tan and grey leathers are arrayed loosely over sunkissed skin stained ever so slightly with the dirt of the road and the wild places of the land. The armor she wears seems to be self-made and as such is usually in need of mending, almost every section of leather sporting stitch marks and the odd patch, tied about her neck is the clasp of a tattered scarf of braided crow feathers, bearing a peaked hood of a different cloth cut, possibly silk. Her hands are wrapped in oiled sheepskin, furred and bound with bone pins and her boots are heavy and well made, sporting a series of short iron spikes along the heel that ensure a firm footing at all times.

Cinching her waist is a thick leather sash from which hangs all manner of grim accoutrements and tools, dozens of bleached rat bones and wood carvings of snarling wolves sit next to a twine rope decorated with a string of claws, all clattering and swishing in time with her motions. Strapped to the side of this belt is a small leather holster containing a pair of simple axes and a larger, heavy-bladed seax.