A watcher, a weaver, Nanou threads a labyrinth of snares which serve to lay bare anothers intent, whilst masking her own. Carefully curated, as all aspects of the tenebrous woman are. Speaks in a deep and sullen, honeyed voice.

Departed from her natal pack, she'd refused to settle for mediocrity, rebellion always flickering in the flame dancer's heart. To be a dulled blade, ultimately cast aside was not the life she'd wished for herself; she'd grown a festering hatred towards those who settled, and ultimately sought to cut all ties.

The freedom of true choice withheld for much of her youth, she's terribly indulgent; seeking the thrill of choosing where to aim herself.