A lass of primarily warm cream and cinammon hues, Vanya is a vision of warmth in appearance only. Her fur is a deceptively inviting pale shade of ivory-cream, with a distinct russet mask which ends in a sharp j-hook under each eye, and a panel on each side that she shall wear as proudly as her mother might wear the blood of a foe. Otherwise, she bears only the faintest brown, white, and ochre flecking spreading from her brow down to the base of her tail. As her eyes settle onto a vivid blue the same shade one might find in a glacier, one will need not look deeply to find themselves met with a frigidness matched only by their inspiration. She is the very picture of Cruor stoicism, even from the start she will do her best to stand unwavering, collected, and positively commanding in everything that she undertakes. On her tiny shoulders rests an enormous burden - and it is clear in her very bearing that even as a whelp she does not bear it lightly.