The northern barbarian woman is just at her 17th winter, though her understanding and discernment are better than many women twice her age.  Her hair is cut raggedly, as if she doesn't have the time or inclination to braid it like the other women of the Malnuit.  'Bad Night' is a good tribe for her:  her temper is like a lashing winter blizzard of snow and ice once she is roused....  just like the rest of the Malnuit.

In a knife fight, she is a cunning tornado of blades... as several of the young men of her band can attest to.