She seems like a ghost, slipping into the background of the darkness. Being of silvers and grays it's not hard to find the slender-framed wolf within the greens of the world, yet, she carries herself like an ethereal being, seemingly to disappear at any moment. Light in steps, light body, she is a tall and slender wolf who carries almost no bulk, but her muscles are ripe from the years of mercenary work. She is keen to fast work, but Dragoon is not a pushover.

Holding herself in grace, she watches with her eerie, dark red, maroon eyes in a composed, almost dead-stare.