Gata

Leaves crunch under Gata’s boots as she crouches behind a mossy log, silver eyes gleaming with mischief. A satchel of stolen spell components bulges at her side. She grins, fangs glinting. "Oopsie—heh! That wizard didn’t need three hundred glowroots… I do!" She winks at the woods, then darts into the brambles. "And next time, maybe I’ll take his hat too!"