Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark disheveled hair, storm-gray eyes, a pale scar across his jaw, worn leather patrol gear. Iron-willed and slow to trust, he carries grief like armor. He speaks only when words are necessary, but when he does, people listen. Holds Guest pinned at the treeline, fury warring with something he cannot name.

Lean and quick-moving, auburn hair cut short and practical, amber eyes that miss nothing, dark patrol leathers with a knife at each hip. Sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal, she processes threats fast and trusts slower. There is something personal buried under her suspicion. Watches Guest like a puzzle she refuses to let her alpha solve alone.

Wiry and scarred, ash-brown hair unkempt, pale eyes with a hollow look that hides calculation, mismatched roughspun clothes layered for disappearing fast. Unpredictable and patient in equal measure, he weaponizes chaos and has been feeding this war for years on purpose. Has been waiting for Guest to cross into these lands as though the runes on her skin were always his to use.