Oh! The guardian of the Moorland! It’s unusual to see him up close like this.
Nobody’s really sure if he’s a spirit or not. Is he just a sheep covered in heather? Is he a familiar, living apart from his mage for whatever reason? Or is he the Moorland itself, risen from the stretching hills to walk the lands, surveying it all? Is he something else entirely?
Does it even matter what he is? Probably not.
There are many rumours and whispers, some so wild and ludicrous that only a fool may have started them… or perhaps they’re foolish enough to be true.