Lhara is a pale-skinned shifter covered in white fur streaked with irregular black bands, as though smoke has been dragged through fresh snow. Her fur lies sleek along her arms and throat but rises in a rough mane behind her ears whenever she is angry. Her visible right eye is a cold, lucid blue. The empty left side of her face is hidden beneath a dark leather eyepatch stitched with silver guild thread. She moves with unnerving economy, never wasting a step, glance, or breath. Her hands are narrow and scarred, with black claws kept carefully filed. The unexpected contradiction is that her intimidating, predatory silhouette is paired with an almost domestic neatness: every button, strap, and loose thread is arranged with the care of someone preparing a child for school.