Sarrel is a very light furred otter with bright blue eyes. She wears a beaten brown cloak(but still in fairly good condition) and carries a pack and a fishing pole.
Sarrel got thrown over the ocean during a freak storm a few summers ago, and has mostly stayed on this side of the ocean ever since, traveling up the coast in her small boat, and only recently sailing inward when her father, who had been here before, came to visit and told her she should go down the river moss and visit Redwall Abbey.
She likes to tell stories, (though her actual skill with them remains to be seen) and she enjoys fishing, even though she usually doesn't get around to it all that much. (And last time she fished in the river moss, a pike ran off with the bait, the hook, and about half of the line.)