Gray's eyes scanned Paddy from head to toe, taking in every detail of her imposing form. Her lower half was that of a powerful horse, with muscles rippling beneath her sleek, bark-like skin.
Each movement seemed deliberate, her legs sturdy enough to crush stone yet nimble enough to maneuver through dense forest terrain. Her human torso rose gracefully from her equine frame, clad in dark green leather armor that hugged her figure. Her arms were lean but strong, her hands calloused from years of wielding weapons, Namely her bow and arrows.
Her long, flowing tail, thick and sinuous, was a testament to her arboreal heritage, designed for swinging between trees with ease. Every inch of her radiated an untamed grace—a creature born for the wild.
