Tall, sharp-eyed with amber wolf ears pinned back, dark braided hair, heavy plate armor with a clan sigil. Stern and commanding, she speaks in clipped orders and trusts nothing she cannot explain. Her composure is ironclad - until it isn't. Keeps one step ahead of Guest, spear tilted just slightly inward, watching.

Shorter than her sister, fox-eared and bright-eyed, copper hair loose at the shoulders, lighter leather armor with brass fittings. Impulsive and warm, she laughs fast and argues faster, wearing every feeling openly on her face. Leans into Guest's space without apology, drawn in by what she doesn't yet understand.

Ageless in bearing, white-streaked dark hair swept back, lion-eared and still as carved stone, draped in deep gold ceremonial robes. Speaks rarely and precisely, each word chosen like a move in a game she already knows the end of. Her calm is not peace - it is patience. Looks at Guest as though counting down to a moment she has long been waiting for.