A young whelp was the first to join the colony. A young male, standing at eight foot and eleven inches tall. His markings were simple but striking, Zephyr had only three markings. One marking stretched from the very top of his nose, to use past his upper arms. It continued to travel to a point down his spine touching the shoulder of his lower arms but reaching a point in a mane in the middle of his back. This marking was an oat color, and contained a lighter stripe on the back of his neck. A third of his mane in this oat-colored marking was this lighter cream, forming a triangle with the point stretching in and pointing downward as it reaches just inside his upper arms. On his face Zephyr had two accenting white markings, one which gave him waterline eyeliner and the other which was on his chin and traveled the same length it covered on his chin down his neck. His upper arms fingertips also had the smallest bit of white that showed from his palms, while his claws on these hands were black.

The rest of Zephyr was a red brick-like color with an even darker blanket along his back. The darker color came down his sides and ran along the front of his lower arms dipping to his arm's first joint. There was a curved point back up, that dropped slightly again, only to gently slope upwards and level out reaching along the top of a short portion of the tail before disappearing. His tail had a tuft of fur which also matched this darker blanket color, along with the rest of his claws.

His personality was one that would lead him to success in the colony and for gaining approval of the researcher watching over this new colony. Zephyr had yet to meet this researcher but he was sure to be surprised when he did, they both were. Zephyr had a knack for getting off track but that didn't mean that he didn't finish what he set out to do. As an even younger whelp he was known for appearing with random items no one knew existed, and where he got them from no one was sure. Other than that small memory… Zephyr couldn't remember his life before being marked as an immigrant and then eventually claimed by this colony to come and live. He had already decided though, he likes it here in L'hatzif. There are endless places to explore, both within the colony boundaries and outside of them as well. The terrain, while unforgiving due to its swampy nature, offered many nooks and hideouts that not only he as a whelp could use but that an adult could use as well. His favorite thing here is the sounds of the flowering hounds at night, and to see the native fauna during the daytime.

Zephyr's eyes, which appear as a soft mix of his two different colorations, a soft cream and brick creating a muted but deep orange. His gaze holds a kindness that any stranger could see, but not to the point of fully trusting those who he did know. His default posture could be seen as odd by others, as he often absentmindedly can be seen holding his upper arms inwards, smoothing the fur on his neck and chest. This leads to him looking "unsure" or "nervous" though in truth this is not true, rather it is just a mindless habit. He will often tilt his head to the right while in a discussion with someone, and always seems to have at least three questions about something whether related to the task or not. Zephyr was curious by nature and anyone who got close to him knew that fact after the many occasions of questioning which came from chatting with him.

Zephyr finds it difficult to connect with others, he thinks that he has made a connection with someone or becomes friends… but often spends too long dissecting the thought of "are they a friend" that he would rather guess they aren't rather than annoy them by assuming they are friends. In this way, he seems to isolate himself, but with other colonist who reach out Zephyr may become more social.