“A warm, low, bell-soft voice that rarely rises above conversational volume. Her laughter has a foxlike yip at its center, while her battle commands are surprisingly crisp and carrying.”

She wears light green trousers tucked into layered leg warmers, a long-sleeved quilted shirt embroidered with red foxes and curling tongues of fire, and a short jade-colored vest lined with hidden pockets. The embroidery is lovingly maintained but visibly repaired with mismatched red thread. Her human form wears three long strips of trailing fabric that mimic her tails. One item is cared for obsessively: a tiny silver bell sewn into her collar, which she polishes every morning despite never allowing it to ring.

In human form she keeps her shoulders relaxed and lets the three long fabric tails of her outfit drift behind her like living punctuation. She occupies less space than she could, often standing half behind a counter or companion, but her real tails betray her emotions by curling toward people she trusts and snapping straight when she senses danger. In fox form she circles people once before settling, leaving tiny glowing pawprints that fade after a few seconds.