Clarice is lovely to behold, physically, in every way. She has grown wonderfully into the adult she has become. She is lean, with very little muscle to her, and tall. The woman is not a pure white; there are black furs that pepper her furs, and the same dark color holds fast to the bridge of her muzzle. There is a strange calculated intelligence to each of her moves, but something entirely unseemly. It would not do to call her <Q>ethereal</q>, but there is something otherworldly about her stature. There are times when she wears the blood of those she has sacrificed.