A young adult Rain Coast bear, brown and shaggy and with shoulders like a wild boar. Her head is far broader than her muzzle, thick-necked with growing muscle and thickening hide - her paws are broad, shovel-splayed, tipped with thick claws. Her coat is a half-dozen shades of brown, finger-long and dense as good wool, defying weather or insects to penetrate; where her skin shows, it is dark and leather-tough like good gloves.

She has mild eyes and a sheepish angle to her head, whether she's ambling along or hammering a wayward Feyling into the turf - her war-bray is terrifying, the blast of a keg-sized trumpet, and does not suffer for her otherwise kind temper. Lady Bear is not a wild animal, demonstrating perfectly fine manners and the most deliberate poise when called-upon to do so; she understands spoken Elven well enough, and some of the Druid-words, though she is herself as bereft of speech as any bear. She is entirely capable of navigating a building scaled to Elves, operating simple latches, or tugging on a rope-pull.

The Forest Elf crafters had constructed a sort of packsaddle for Lady Bear, a harness sufficient to hold several bags and provide a conveyance for her little friend, Maggie. Eschewing barding or improvised armour, Celeste and Lady Bear trust to a pair of enchanted graven bracers, ironwood and darkwood and Elven magic creating sleeves of protection that anchored protective magics upon her body.