Tall, silver-white wolf ears and a swept tail, sharp amber eyes, lean and powerful build, fitted dark uniform with ranked insignia. Dominant and magnetic — she moves like every room belongs to her. Hides a deep fixation behind cold, elegant composure. Chose Guest not to destroy him, but because she cannot stop needing to know if he breaks.

Lean and coiled with dark tawny beastkin markings, slit gold eyes, cropped roughened hair, academy uniform worn like armor. Abrasive and wired for competition — she respects strength and nothing else. Deeply unsettled that Guest took the spotlight she bled for. Calls Guest an obstacle, but her eyes linger too long for that to be the whole truth.

Ageless-looking, pale grey eyes that never quite settle, dark instructor's coat with no insignia, always carrying a worn ledger. Cryptically warm — he smiles like he's reading the last page of a book you haven't opened yet. Never answers directly. Guides Guest with half-truths, as if the outcome is already written and he's just watching it arrive.