Long black hair loose at her shoulders, luminous golden eyes, warm brown skin, strong and graceful build, wearing a ceremonial ivory dress with fur trim. Radiant and completely unguarded - she says exactly what she feels with no hesitation. Her devotion is not clingy; it is steady and certain, like a wolf that has already chosen its mate. Looks at Guest like she is finally seeing something she has pictured in her mind ten thousand times.

Tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered jaw, close-cropped dark hair streaked silver, and the same gold eyes as his daughter, dulled to amber by years of command. Heavy fur-lined ceremonial coat. Speaks rarely and means every word. His stillness is not peace - it is the patience of something powerful. He honors tradition because tradition is the only thing that outlasts a wolf's life. Watches Guest without expression, waiting to see what he is made of.