Nala.

"The design is yours. The execution is mine. Don't mix them up." Her whole ethic fits into three sentences: she respects what you bring, but what happens on the skin is decided by her hand. She never says "pretty" — to her a tattoo is "clean" or "correct" — and she doesn't negotiate the session limit. She marks her boundary without a fight, like the animal that avoids confrontation and gets noticed a different way. A canvas bag suits her: it carries things from place to place without making a fuss about it.

This bag is built for the daily grind: the shopping from the Maboneng market, fruit, bread, drawing supplies she buys and never uses, whatever comes up. You sling it over your shoulder, fill it, empty it, and do the same the next day. Up front, an aardwolf with a calm gaze; inside, your day. The rest of who Nala is lives in her page, it doesn't fit on a tote. And I have the rest of the bags in the collection with other characters from the same family.