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Rivet Quickclaw was born in the back cages of a fuel caravan and learned the shape of moving metal before he learned comfort. Small enough to crawl through ventwork and engine cages, he survived by stealing, eavesdropping, and never sleeping too deep. When a raider hit left his convoy burning, Rivet escaped by climbing through smoke and wiring, then started living from wreck to wreck. Over time he became the road’s favorite nightmare: the squirrel who could board a truck at full tilt, sever a hose, pop a brake line, and be halfway into the dunes before the crash. Orthos Vane bought his loyalty with freedom, speed, and room to do damage, though Rivet never belongs to any beast entirely. He trades taunts with Dray Suture, irritates Brakka Chainfist, and owes Tork Wrenchpaw for repairs he pretends he never needed. Nix Scurr feeds him routes, Severin Paleclaw unnerves him, and Jax Cindersip is the only thief he half respects. He mistrusts Mordren Valehorn’s polish, pities Caelen Riftmane’s fall, and laughs off Ashveil Lanterneye’s omens even when they come true. He knows Garrik Chainhide can stop him cold, Gnash Hookjaw can butcher him, Vex Whiskershot can tag him at a mile, and Hroth Fangrave would enjoy the chase too much. He admires Kett Irontrunk’s stubborn survival, hears Sable Dustsnarl’s rebel whispers, and openly cheers Rook Ashfang in the arena when nobody important is looking. Hush Gateward creeps him out, and Morvask Deepscar represents the one convoy-break he may never get to try. Rivet lives for the hit, the spark, the laugh, and the impossible getaway.