Lothan’s brother. The strong jaw and stormy gray eyes give it away. But there’s something more brutish about Nik’s face. Maybe it’s the jagged scar that divides it from hairline to chin, narrowly skirting one eye. Or maybe it’s just the stoic expression above his plain sveli, the same cut Lothan wears but made of worn, brown leather, free of any decoration. A pale, fluffy fur lining peeks from the edges of the collar, the color and texture a stark contrast to his stony gray skin that matches the wall behind him.
