Kira Snowstep grew up high in the cold mountains, where snow clings to cliffs and the wind never stops moving. She learned early that standing still was dangerous — so she didn’t. She ran, climbed, leapt, and slid across rooftops and rocks like falling snow. Kira never liked staying in one place for long. She loved the feeling of motion — jumping between ledges, balancing on beams, racing the wind itself. The other tabaxi called her a rascal, not because she was mean, but because she was always where she wasn’t supposed to be… and somehow never got caught.