Blanketed with a well kept snowy pelt Iolana gracefully floats over the ground. Resting on her muzzle and ears are puddles of tan, orange, and grey that silently compliment her refined complexion.

Whilst a river of apricot orange flows down the center of the willowy lady's back and tail. Set upon the she wolf's spine is a horizontal scar, the only one still visible even with her thick fur.

With a smile like butter, Iolana is a sight for sore eyes. She carries herself with elegance and confidence. Electric blue gaze and olympic stares just add to her mysterious but beautiful aura.