From the northern regions, Vendrussel is crafted from tundrian land and the cold seas itself — she rises from it's abyss with proclaimed blood of a dragon descendent. As so she carried herself with pride and honor and it follows through her stance and her gait. Smooth was the water itself, she moves with a powerful ease and normally a smile upon her friendly demeanor. Though mistakes happen time and time again, she is determined to continue moving on with glory.

She is slim to the touch, though with history of her warrior homage, she has well-build muscles beneath her groomed fur. To the touch the sea has groomed it to be silky with the occasional wild galore. Tall within stance, though isn't a towering behemoth the dragon-wolf emerges beyond a normalcy of height. She holds a confident, blue gaze as her very soul harness's the icy oceans itself. Upon her dark blue-grays does she hold various light patches, with dash subliming above eye on the tips of her lid. The faintest touch of the sea itself with the hint of the cold north — she is, Vendrussel.