Willow was relieved to finally have reached the city, having picked up her pace for the last hour, since the city had come into sight, eager to find a place to rest. Of average height, though a whip-cord thin buildshe was certainly an unusual figure in this feline country. Her fur was dark and shaggy, despite any efforts to keep it well groomed, her more feral nature always seemed to rebel, no matter how much she brushed it. She wears a suit of flexible, leather armor, with numerous pouches hanging from it in odd places, giving her a slightly bulkier appearance. A large, bone horn hangs from one hip, next to a bulging sack of what appear to be small marbles, from the shape of it. Even more unusual, a large, open ended metal tube is strapped to her back, with an oddly curved wooden handle poking over her head, nearly brushing one of her pointed ears. She wrinkles her canine nose, as she approaches the city; if it weren't for the job, she wouldn't be here, but this bounty's led her on a wild chase across the world, and she wasn't going to let them get away with it, now.<br/><br/>"Willow Featherdale, hunting a known and wanted thief, burglar, and brigand." Rather than handing over papers that she doesn't have, she fishes out one of the several copies of the warrant from one of her pouches, and slides it through the hole, instead.