Adulthood has granted Sos with the frame of a massive brute - tall, muscular, imposing upon first sight. His coat is thick and stands rigidly along his back and neck. The cloak along his neck and chest is thicker than anywhere else on his body. Sos watches with a pair of eyes the color of fel-magic, and while they are always interested in what is going on around them, are never unkind in their appearance. The bear carries a hood of charcoal that is draped over the top of his skull and bridge of his muzzle. His back and shoulders are colored in tar, darkening the blanket of snow that had been his coat at birth. Underneath, his frame has been touched by the softest of whites that acts as a base coat for a majority of his body. A jagged scar slices across the bridge of his muzzle.