There is no denying that Oakfang is a bear to look at him. He seems larger than a black bear yet smaller than an adult brown bear, yet he's clearly full grown. He stands just over four feet when walking on all four padded, clawed feet. When he rears to his hind legs he towers more than six and a half feet in height. Something that distinguishes him from other bears is he seems just as comfortable astride on his hind legs as he does on all fours.

His fur is another distinction from the average bear. It's a lighter, reddish brown shade than is commonly found. Extremely rare even. Save for the whitish tufting down his belly and coloring around his snout. Oakfang's eyes are also uncommon though not quite rare, a pretty shade of orange that twinkle with warmth and shine with a sense of understanding absent from most animals.

There's more to mark Oakfang as no ordinary bear when one looks past the presence of a bear. A small pouch is suspended around his neck from a leather chord. There's a brown leather belt about his midsection that has a large, dark gray leather satchel affixed to it, one that looks worn from ages of neglect but recently restored. Those who feel brave enough to approach also notice the unmistakable scent of honey whenever in his presence. More than that, flowers seem to bloom almost wherever Oakfang treads while walking on natural ground.