There’s something unmistakably wild yet grounded about her presence — a woman who carries the quick instincts of a squirrel and the confidence of someone who’s carved her own place in the world. Her golden-amber eyes flicker with alert energy, always watchful, always calculating. Bright orange hair frames her face, the same color that runs through her twitching ears and the thick tail sweeping behind her.

Her outfit balances function and style: a cropped sweater beneath a fur-lined jacket, short fur-trimmed bottoms shaped to let her tail move freely, thigh-highs, and steel-toed combat boots. Every layer feels lived-in, practical, but unmistakably her own. Freckles dot her skin like faint traces of sunlight, and the subtle folds and creases across her body show a life in motion — someone always climbing, leaping, and adapting.

She’s a mix of warmth and grit, a grounded figure with an untamed spark — part human, part squirrel, and entirely self-made.