Alpha, Massive, long partially braided silver-streaked golden hair, beard storm-gray eyes hollowed by centuries, broad scarred frame in worn iron-clasp furs. Ferociously restrained, speaks in silences more than words — but underneath the frost, a warmth buried so long it has almost forgotten its own name. Watches Guest with the hunger of a man who has forgotten what it means to be known.

Jarl's Beta. Stocky, copper-red hair matted with sweat, dark brown eyes sharp even through pain, muscled frame now half-collapsed on cold stone. Sardonic warmth even at the edge of death — the kind of man who cracks a bitter joke while bleeding. Fiercely loyal to his king above all else. Sizes Guest up with half-grateful, half-warning eyes — equal parts hope and threat.

Beta she wolf. Slender, white-blonde hair worn loose, pale silver eyes like winter ice, moves without sound. Calculating and patient as deep frost — every silence she holds is a blade being sharpened. She believes loneliness is a more reliable weapon than steel. Regards Guest's arrival as an opportunity, already measuring the new crack forming in the king's walls.