Much like her birthright, Pasithea's pelt is a mixture of soft blues and greys, her feet dipped in the lightest grey as if stained from her playing in the waves as she often is. The goddess of rest and relaxation she was painted in such a way that simply being wrapped in her embrace is as soothing as a mother's warmth. She is always smiles, and when she's feeling sassy she likes to bare a tooth to the other in a playful puppy like gesture. What puts her apart from other darker pelted wolves is the patch of light grey on her chest, almost as if she were exposing her heart to the world, trying to spread the love to all wolves, big and small. She also has gentle dabs of grey above her swirling seas with a tiny touch of it below her chin.

The other thing besides her heartstrings being exposed that sets her apart are her eyes. The optics she holds captive are swirling seas of clear waves, the brightest blues one could image. If the sky were to mesh with the sea and tangle in an embrace only the gods could create, they had blessed her with these crystal balls, and she held them tightly to never let go. Around her neck she sports a small hourglass necklace made of gold and white sand.

Pasithea is a very kind and sweet individual, born into the sea she lives as carefree as the waves, giving her heart to those she deems worthy and true. She won't refuse the request of help, whether it be from a wounded beast seventeen thousand times her size or a small wasp with a broken wing nobody is unworthy of her guiding paws. The female is very playful and loves to spend her time entertaining the puppies or taking long walks along the shorelines to remember her past, the ocean breeze taking her back millennia, and filling the young ones heads with stories of herself and the others above from times long since past.