Her imposing figure looms as she strides into the clearing, her dark brown fur bristling with each measured step. Her piercing yellow eyes cut through the surroundings with a chilling, calculated detachment. The collar reading "Wood" serves as a stark reminder of her dominance, and marking her as a kittypet. With a voice that commands immediate attention, she speaks with an icy edge, leaving no room for idle chatter or excuses.

“What do you want?... Why are you encroaching on my Housefolk's territory?”