The woman before you is tall and powerful, a true wonder to behold.  Her physique is muscular, even intimidating, but there is also a natural grace to her movements that softens it somewhat.  She is dressed in the hides of animals of unknown kind, with boots, bracers, half-leggings, and a thick jerkin that protects, but does not well conceal the fact that she is a woman.

A great club ending in the carved relief of a huge bear claw hangs at her side.  Across her back is an unstrung great bow made of horn or bone.  The fletchings of many arrows in her quiver are of varying colors as if they were found in the wild fallen from a multitude of birds.

Long, wavy dark tresses frame her face which has a strong, wild beauty to it.  There is nothing winsome or delicate in any of her features.  Deep brown eyes dissect you the way a hunter field dresses a deer.  Full lips have seen few smiles - or frowns - and even now are pursed in contemplation.  Perhaps to her you are game.

Though there is nothing masculine about her skin or bearing, she gives an illusion of having an excess of hair, all of it from atop her head.  It flows freely across her shoulders and down her back to her waist, only bound out of her eyes by a simple leather band above her thick, natural brows, which are furrowed.