A small, long-furred cat-folk woman with a compact frame and a spine that bends with startling, fluid flexibility. Her coat is deep russet along the back, soot-black at the paws, and cream beneath the chin, with the texture of damp velvet overlaid by carefully cultivated moss that grows in soft green islands between her shoulder blades. She moves like a falling leaf that has changed its mind, gliding sideways, folding under branches, and stopping so suddenly that her tail continues moving after the rest of her has gone still. Her face is bright and foxlike, but one ear is permanently bent from an old trap injury. The unexpected contradiction is her immaculate white whiskers, each combed straight despite the mud, leaf litter, and medicinal stains that otherwise cling to her.