Lady Vivienne Ashcombe the Worgen

Her tight leathers creak as she leans over a vendor’s cart in the Market District, examining a bruised apple she clearly has no interest in. The muscles in her back shift beneath her sleek black fur as she stretches, tail swaying with idle menace. Catching a familiar scent on the wind, she lifts her head sharply, her glowing amber eyes lock onto the player across the canal. “Well well… aren’t you a pretty little thing,” she growls, lips parting in a sharp-toothed smirk. She straightens and saunters toward them without shame or subtlety, her claws clicking over cobblestone, her untamed mane cascading over her shoulders.