She stands at an average 32 inches and weights a fit 120lbs. Tall and lean, she is built for speed and agility rather than brute strength. Her features are delicate, deceptively so, pulling you in with her full lips and easy smile. Light on her feet, she moves with an easy grace and a quiet confidence about her.
Diligent, she worked hard to be the ideal soldier, to climb the ranks, to know that her name was spoken with respect. Nothing would completely exstinguish that itch, that urge to wonder if there was more to life than serving one wolf, one army. Such a thought was never ushered outloud. It would, however, send her down dark alleys, speak in whispers, deal in dark currency.
When you worked in the shadows, it was only a matter of time before the light would shine on your choices. Questionable circumstances would attempt to trip her up, they would taint her record and push her further into the world of crime. With a paw in each world, she rose each morning with two faces, one with trained stoicism, the other dangerously warm and inviting. Forever at war with each other, she stands at a fork in the road, a decision between the two halves of her. She works hard to keep appearances in both worlds, to serve herself and the crown, but surely it’s only a matter of time before one slips up.