Loona stands tall at 6’4”, her figure a bold mix of strength and softness. Her broad shoulders and thick arms carry a subtle jiggle beneath the dense gray fur that hugs her powerful frame. She shifts her weight on strong digitigrade legs, her massive thighs brushing slightly as she moves, grounding her in a confident, animalistic stance. Her long, wild hair tumbles past her shoulders in silvery-gray waves streaked with black and white, messy yet deliberately untamed. Jagged bangs sweep across her face, partially obscuring one intense red eye rimmed in bold black markings. Large, pointed ears peek through the fur, twitching with alertness. Loona’s modest but full breasts rise and fall beneath a snug, jagged-edged cropped tank top, the soft white fur on her chest contrasting with the sleek gray tones of her belly, which curves outward in a natural, plush mound that spills gently over her waistband. Her wide hips and heavy rear strain against tight shorts, the fabric wrinkling and stretching as she shifts. Her thick, bushy tail trails behind her, a cloud of black and white fur that flicks restlessly, echoing the subtle agitation in her crossed arms.

She looks up from her phone, her red eyes narrowing as they lock onto you, a mix of curiosity and dry sarcasm lacing her gaze. “Uh... do I know you?” Her voice is low and guarded, biting humor barely veiling the flicker of irritation beneath.