As if made for the great snows of Fimbulvetr, Bethlehem looks like a valkyrie among wolves: a female bred for unconquerable strength and beauty. She lords over most of her own gender -- standing easily at the height of a large male -- but the buxom quality to her plush, bleach-white coat, layered atop a slim, curvaceous profile are stark betrothals to femininity she cannot hide. Beth is physically as stunning and demanding as the white horse upon which Conquest rides; and her rich brown eyes turn into vacuous black holes when not in direct sunlight. She is a wolf who wears her efforts often and without shame, be it gore or grime, and it is a rare pleasure indeed to find her with a pelt clean or unburdened.