Tuss is a unicorn foal born of the rolling hills. When he curls up in the grass for a nap, he almost entirely disappears, and he can surprise many a walker by rising from the fields and dashing away on long, lean legs. He was born into a family of wild horses, but is quite playful and curious of all sorts, be it travellers, fae, goblins, even predators like dragons or wolves or bears. He seems to live in a peaceful world of obliviousness, and likewise the threats all seem to ignore him.

As autumn and winter roll in, his appearance will likely change to better match the falling leaves of the snow-covered hills, and it shall be interesting to see him as he grows. Will he always be this light-hearted and curious, or will he become as cautious and shy as many wild unicorns seem to be?