A lean hunter wrapped in a deep, weather-streaked red cloak that looks like it has tasted rain and ash. The cloak's hem is threaded with a faint silver embroidery of crossing arrows and tiny claw shapes. Her long hair is usually braided tightly against her skull except for a loose strand that sticks out in an impatient curl. She walks with a catlike silence but a purposeful stride. Her left forearm bears a stitched leather guard decorated with trophies: a single wolf fang, a tiny rusted iron bolt, and a pale strip of hide that seems to shimmer in candlelight. Unexpectedly, when she stands still for more than a few seconds she often hums an old lullaby in a voice that doesn't suit her battle-scarred face.