Kethra looks like a living earthen trench: low-slung and compact with a broad, barrel chest covered in a mottled coat of dense, coarse fur. Her face has the blunt, flattened muzzle of the Mochaear, but her brow is deeply scarred—one pale line slashes from above her left eye to the base of her right ear. She wears a hooded leather half-cloak studded with tarnished metal plates at the shoulders; when she moves she favors a slow, deliberate gait that lets her weight seem heavier than it is. Unexpectedly, she keeps one twin silver hoop earring dangling from the tip of her left ear—an affectation at odds with her otherwise pragmatic look. When she draws near, there is always the faint scent of brine and peat, like walking into a harbor at dawn.