Kestrel is a study in controlled ferocity, standing with a low-center-of-gravity gait that suggests she is always seconds away from a pounce. Her skin is heavily tanned and crisscrossed with thin, silvery scars from years of working with predators, yet her left hand is encased in a pristine, royal-quality silk glove that never sees a drop of dirt. Her auburn hair is matted with clay and small bird bones, framing hazel eyes that reflect light like a cat's. She moves with a silent, predatory grace that makes her presence feel heavy in a room, leaving the faint scent of cedar and raw musk behind.