Actually @VictorianFlorist we do. There is a poem (The Minnying of Ojorad) that was instrumental in solving the third fragment that laid out the hybrid-animal totems of the guilds. The poem talks about the funeral of a former Mountaineer attended by the other members. They are represented as magical and hybrid creatures.
King Capra, Capricorn - Weatherwatch
Unowl - Gossmere
Talking (wise) Cat - Thornmouth
Mouse with Girlish Hair - Flinterforge
Julbous Toad - Balimora
Which of course leaves Ebenguard, the Hippocamus, whom the funeral was for.
Btw, when you said that Weatherwatch and Ebenguard were the most balanced of the guilds, very nice catch, both are represented by creatures that live both on land and in the sea.
Here's a copy of the poem
The minnying of Ojorad
was held at Vidivinty’s glade,
a notion Good King Capra had
that proper reverence be paid
to one who fell on Baryn soil,
in diamond coat of blue and red.
The four who stood in mourning voiles
with deep respect their tributes said.
In vermulid tones the cat first spake
Through briaring fronge her tones did rake
from catafalque to ancient tree.
Said she, “Here Magister Woodland lies.
A brave sourl released from jewelled eyes,
bereft of home, his light soars free.”
The second, the Unowl
evinced a brillatent scowl
for she found not the words to mote.
So she unfurled her cowl
to charm fallen and fowl
with the weaves of an outstretched wing
From the third, a mouse with girlish hair,
as her mournful tears clad hallowed air
declaim’d the Plaint of Nhadastra.
“Lo, the stars shine less intently now
in the firmament of glory’s crown.
The lustre of our friend moves on.”
And finally, the julbous toad,
in his gown of winking woad,
sang a stark yet stirring ode
on the hauce his master rode
from the Crook of Ghyver’s Cross
to the Fallen Mokonode.
The Merest part a way of weather
when Watch elects the final frinning
Ebends unbound Mora’s tether
and Forged the Thorns in drubbin minn’ing
To mark the end of their lament,
King Capra rose o’er gathered sways.
“We’ll sing no more! Dance our assent
to morrows and our yester days!”