Sahara comes from the hottest, driest deserts of the western continent. Her kin, the Dunedivers, spend their days bathing in sunlight, and then sink into the heat of the sands during the cold nights. As such, poor little Sahara has no tolerance for the cold and spends all of her time wrapped up in whatever she can find.
By her own admittance she wishes to become more hardy to adverse weather, but that initial plunge still daunts her and she rarely goes out in rain or wind, unless she is dressed in her full attire.
She excels in her hunting and tracking classes, and in finding her way around – if one learns to navigate by sand dunes alone, one will most definitely acquire an aptitude for observation. Her flight is acceptable, but would certainly improve once she dares away a few layers.