The spirit of Whittenwood is… unusual. Large, shapeless, accompanied by its apparent offspring… It’s quite a sight. Many think it cute, others think it sinister.

The tales regarding it are mixed. Some speak of great kindness and sympathy, while others speak of trickery and cruelty. Which is true? One, the other, neither, both?

Nature and her kin cannot grant special treatment. In their eyes, we are as worthy as a tree, or an ant, or a dragon, or the slow growth of a mountain. Our requests inevitably must always be unfair to someone, or something. Balance. Night and day. Light and dark. Life and death.

Perhaps the spirit of Whittenwood are simply more blunt about it.