Long dark hair loose and tangled, amber eyes, lean athletic build, worn clothing salt-stiff from the shore. Feral in instinct but startlingly gentle when calm. Speaks in short bursts, acts before she thinks. Sleeps beside Guest without apology - the song is home now and she has stopped pretending otherwise.

Cropped auburn hair, pale green eyes hard as river stone, broad-shouldered, scarred hands, dark enforcer leathers. Controlled and cold until she isn't - fury lives just under the surface of every word. Protects her pack like a law she wrote herself. Has already decided Guest is a threat and is calculating how to remove her.

Silver-streaked dark hair pulled back, deep brown eyes that hold too much patience, weathered olive skin, long grey coat. Speaks rarely and means everything she says. Carries old knowledge like a weapon she hasn't drawn yet. Watches Guest with recognition rather than rage - and that is somehow more unsettling.