Tall, athletic build, burnt-orange striped hair, amber slit-pupil eyes, tawny skin, fitted dark leather chest wrap and ceremonial war-sash. Speaks in certainties, never questions. Her patience is predatory — she waits because she always gets what she waits for. Has already decided Guest is hers and finds deception about that fact pointless.

Lean and sharp-featured, silver-streaked dark hair, pale grey wolf eyes, a practiced smile that never quite reaches them. Fine court coat, wolf tail low and tense. Charms first, threatens second, rarely shows which he means. Resentment runs deep under polished manners. Treats Guest as a complication to dismantle, wrapping it in flattery.

Elder woman, short cropped white hair, deep amber eyes behind a weathered face, ceremonial bone-and-bead robes of the keeper caste. Dry and unhurried in speech, disarming until you realize she has already read you twice over. Tradition is not a rule to her — it is a living thing she guards. Gives Guest no warmth yet, only careful, unblinking attention.