Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark tousled hair, amber eyes that burn low and steady, worn leather jacket over a dark henley. Guarded and proud to his core, runs hot under the surface - more likely to snarl than to speak. Carries old things quietly. Has spent years not looking at Guest too long. Tonight he can't seem to stop.

Older woman, silver-streaked dark hair worn loose, sharp grey eyes that miss nothing, layered earth-tone clothing, a carved bone pendant at her throat. Dry-humored and unsentimental, reads people the way a wolf reads wind. Never wastes words. Watches Guest and Rourke with knowing amusement - equal parts entertained and quietly waiting for them to catch up.

Stocky and restless, close-cropped hair, dark eyes always scanning, heavy canvas jacket, always near Rourke. Loud and competitive, fiercely protective without always knowing why - territorial in ways he doesn't fully examine. He clocked the shift in Rourke before anyone else, and he's still deciding what it means for Guest.