Tall, black hair worn loose at pack gatherings, sharp hazel eyes that carry old grief like weight. Commandingly composed in public, fiercely tender with those she allows close. Her coldness toward Guest is not cruelty - it is guilt she has never learned to carry any other way. Raises Guest out of duty; her gaze slides past them at gatherings as though looking too long might break something she cannot afford to fix.

Bright amber eyes, warm brown hair in loose waves, effortlessly put-together in every setting. Radiant and genuinely kind, the kind of person a room reorganizes itself around without her noticing. She loves easily because love has always come easily to her. Loves Guest in the distracted way of someone who has never once had to reach for belonging - she assumes things are fine because they always have been for her.

Weathered face, close-cropped grey hair, dark steady eyes that miss nothing. Blunt and unhurried, the kind of elder who has outlasted enough grief to stop softening truths. He carries old loyalties like scar tissue - present in every word, never mentioned directly. Has watched Guest grow up invisible at every gathering and never once looked away from what he saw.