A compact, springy fox-woman who moves like a thrown knot of springs. Her nine tails flare like banners when she laughs. Her fur is a burnished copper that catches light in narrow, metallic highlights; the fur on her forearms and calves is shorter and slicked back as if she is always ready to strike. Her face is broad and boyish rather than delicately foxlike. She wears a half-smile that reads as both daring and unfinished apology. Unexpectedly, one foot is wrapped in a faded child's cloth - a hand-sewn scrap with tiny embroidered stars that clashes with the rest of her austere monk gear.