A small anthropomorphic wolf cub with silver-gray fur, oversized ears, bright amber eyes, and a lean, awkward build. He stands on two legs with a restless, feral balance, usually carrying himself like a creature always half-ready to bolt or pounce. His fur is unadorned except for a simple ranger's belt, a weathered satchel, and a tiny hand-bow that looks almost comically large in his paws. His expression is wary but intensely curious, and his muzzle is often dusted with dirt, ash, or berries from whatever trail he last followed.

Alert, stubborn, and quietly compassionate, Snout behaves like a creature who expects the world to be dangerous but still worth loving. He speaks simply, watches everything, and prefers actions to speeches. Around trusted companions he becomes surprisingly playful, chasing his own tail, collecting shiny stones, and trying to sit still for exactly three seconds before fidgeting again.

Snout was born in the old pine wilds, where his pack survived by listening more carefully than they howled. He was the smallest of the litter, quick-footed, sharp-eyed, and forever slipping away to investigate tracks, birds, and broken branches that the older wolves ignored. One winter, a fire drove the pack from their hunting grounds, and in the confusion Snout became separated from them. He was found not by hunters, but by a silent woods-runner who fed him, taught him how to read spoor, and showed him that a life in the wild could be more than hunger and fear. Now Snout travels alone, a wolf cub walking upright through the world of bigger folk, trying to prove that small things can still guard great places. He learned the ranger's craft by imitation first, then discipline, and finally necessity. He knows how to stalk deer trails, spot a broken snare, and sleep lightly beneath root and thorn. Though he still lifts his nose to the wind before trusting a stranger, he has made it his private vow to defend lost roads, frightened creatures, and any creature young enough to be overlooked, because he remembers exactly what it felt like to be small and left behind.