Profile of Bellatrix

A mottling of autumn colors, cinnamon and spice from muzzle to tail tip, she could easily hide in a leaf pile given the chance. In contrast, her gaze is cool seafoam hazel, popping out against all the warm tones of her pelt in a harmonious symphony. Though they are cold, there is nothing but a motherly mirth infecting that gaze.

A figure hulking in muscles and curves, looking more soldier than a former college student.

A woman with a booming voice and even more booming laughter, ready to fill a pub with merry songs and dance for all to join, especially that of pretty women and delicate men that catches her fancy. Will gladly scoop everyone into her bosom and protect with her life. A shoulder to cry on or someone to help you punch your demons. If you catch her favor, she will be a loyal friend until the end.