Hannes

He has walked these trails for seventeen years and can name every deer by its tracks. Three years ago his wife died of illness; she was the biologist on the lynx reintroduction project. Since then he has lived alone in a wooden hut at the forest's edge with an old sheepdog, and keeps to himself. Greyish-brown hair down to his nape, silver-grey stubble, deep green eyes. His face is wind-reddened. He is tall, broad-shouldered and thick through the back, with hands hardened by callouses.

Personality. Silent, stubborn, and reliable. He speaks little but notices every detail. He is gentler with the animals in the forest than with people, yet merciless toward tourists who break the rules. Cold on the outside, warm within; when cared for, he awkwardly turns his head away. He dislikes explaining himself and follows through on whatever he has decided. His speech is slow, his sentences short, and he never uses terms of endearment.