For a species renowned for their sly and their cunning, Matata could be considered a prime example. His youthful frame boasts of stealth, all the way from his neat paws and slender, black-socked legs, to the white-flagged tip of his brush, to the moist nose at the end of his keenly pointed muzzle.His face is intelligent, his expression sharp; there is no doubt that this is a fox with his wits about him, even with the 'trouble' that his name boasts of. Modestly sized triangular ears rest atop his smooth furred brown, rusty tufts growing longer behind and between them as though to fringe or frame his face. Strong features has he; neither too soft nor too angular, but well chiseled and distinctive all the same. His eyes are of a mid-shade of brown, rimmed with the same shade of ebon as his pupils, a smoky black that also smudges his muzzle in characteristic fox fashion, darkening the area from which his jet whiskers sprout.
As would be expected of the species Vulpes vulpes, Matata sports the regular ginger hued coat that grows both richer with reds and paler with yellows as it spreads over his sleek frame. Having inherited the lithe of his mother rather than the brawn of his father, the fox's gait is quick and well practiced in moving over difficult terrain. His often ground-hugging movement commonly serves to soil his whitened underparts, but the snowy ruff about his lower neck and the ivory splash at his muzzle is rarely dirtied.
Never truly 'here' nor 'there', Matata is an enigma of a creature, a wily trickster and a miniature menace, but also an animal of his own mind and morals, occasionally hinting at an unusual brand of nobility in his poise. For all appearances, he is but a simple fox; yet if a peek into his mind were possible, one may surprise themselves at the complexity that rages.
