An exponential amount of haughty arrogance was contained in a small, inky shell. The wolf was dressed mostly in charcoal with a river of steely countershading running from her down her neck to cross her flank to her tail, cold enough to match her icy excuse for a heart. A pair of clear, intense amber eyes broke up the cool backdrop of her pelt, giving some minor semblance of warmth to the woman's appearance.