The folorne one

A seemingly young woman who does not speak much.
Belonging to no tribe she wanders the Karparten and seems to look for something or someone.
Often seems lost and folorne but very kind and generous. Has not asked for help but often given one to strangers.
She can speak but her accent is thick and old sounding and her voice raspy. She has scars, some visible some hidden and her clothing looks old and outdated. She does not wear shoes, ever and feels out of place while welcoming at the same time.

There is no name she is known by to the local villagers or Romani bands and clans but since she never means harm to anyone they let her be, usually.
Horses seem to really like her and so do donkeys.
She as a slight underbite from an injury and her lower fangs are pretty much always visible. Her left eye is scared and hidden under her hair. She is almost blind in that eye.