Tall, lean build with tawny fur-tipped ears and a long tail, amber eyes sharp as flint, dark leather hunter's wrap with clan markings at the collar. Fiercely controlled on the surface but driven by instincts that often outpace his judgment. He reads a person's intent in heartbeat and scent before a single word is spoken. Keeps Guest close - more than clan law requires - and hasn't fully decided what that means yet.

Elder woman with silver-streaked fur at her temples and clouded but intent pale gold eyes, draped in layered moss-green ceremonial cloth worn soft with age. She speaks rarely and never without weight, carrying decades of silenced prophecy like a wound that never fully closed. Nothing surprises her - but Guest comes close. Watches Guest from a careful distance, equal parts hope and warning in every look.

Broad-shouldered and scarred across the jaw, dark grey fur-tipped ears always angled back in suspicion, heavy iron-reinforced chest plate over rough-spun cloth. Blunt to the point of cruelty, he mistakes caution for weakness in others and calls his own aggression common sense. Loyal to the clan in the way a wall is loyal - immovable and cold. Hardly bothers to hide his hostility toward Guest, and saves a sharper edge for Ryvael's interest in them.