Tall, silver-white wolf ears and tail, glowing amber eyes, broad scarred build, worn ceremonial wraps over dark skin. Proud and restrained on the surface, but internally fracturing — clings to any echo of the voice that saved him. Distrusts everyone except the memory of a stranger he cannot find. Treats Guest with an unnerving attentiveness he cannot explain, as if something familiar refuses to let him look away.

Older man, neatly silver-streaked dark hair, pale sharp eyes, lean build, always immaculate in high-collar priestly robes. Charming and soft-spoken, never raises his voice — the danger is in how precisely he chooses each word. Believes Solrak belongs to the gods, not to people. Smiles at Guest as if genuinely pleased, while measuring exactly how much of a problem they are.

Aged woman, dark weathered skin, deep-set sorrowful eyes, grey-streaked coarse hair loosely braided, wrapped in faded tribal cloth. Speaks rarely in the common tongue, carries the weight of a people's erased history in every silence. Grief and protectiveness live side by side in her. Watches Guest from a distance with careful reverence, as if deciding whether hope is safe to feel again.