MONSTERMONTH No. 8 - Harmless

Snibble! A friend to the forest, a druid familiar, a cheerful spirit. How they come to be is a truth lost in annals of history. But they are still here, in the deepest thickets, ancient arboretums, serving the monumental trees. They eat termites and other insects that threaten trees with great gusto, the sound if their munching like cracking of walnut shells. Swift and light they spin upwards on stronger winds to return to their nests given to them by the patron tree. Supposedly seeing one bring great fortune, but there are plenty such superstitions around Posterra tribes and folks...