Phantom Hollow but we know one thing for sure

The sudden (and very loud, especially amongst the silence of the woodland) scream of the youth nearly had the young woman jumping out of her skin. She jumped back, head tilting to the side and a single ear falling back at the display of the boy, hiding behind a tree that very much obviously was not doing well. 

Kyr stood, silent, caught off guard and so, cut from any words she had readied herself to say. When he peered around the tree, her icy eyes blinked hard into his direction, her skull remained tilted. He shook his head then rapidly, stating he was out and about looking for his friend and if, maybe, she could help.  

I really have nothing else on my to-do list. Sure, why not? She offered a delicate smile to the youth. As a rogue, she had no duties to uphold to, no worth to prove, hierarchy to climb. Though she did enjoy such things. Right now it was only mere survival for the winter to come. 

Taking a single step forward on long, dark limbs to the youth, she pauses and asks, What does she look like?