Skitlix moves with the silence of a falling leaf stirred by a gentle breeze. Their soft gray fur seems almost to shimmer in dim light, offset by a tuft of white fur behind one ear, which they stroke absentmindedly when deep in thought. Their eyes are large and an electric teal, almost too sharp and bright for such a small creature—giving the impression they see much more than they say. Wears a patchwork cloak made of salvaged silks and scraps, some smooth, some frayed, swaying like shadows as they move. Oddly, they carry a delicate porcelain mask tied to their belt, cracked, with no visible reason for its presence. Their tail curls in a tight flick when wary, punctuating their alert, nervous energy with unexpected sudden bursts of hyperfocus.