Grizzlefur the Grey

Long before the kingdoms of men were carved in stone, there was Grizzlefur the Grey — keeper of the Hidden Library of Crumbs. From his snug burrow beneath the old oak root, he brewed teas that mended broken whiskers, whispered charms to keep foxes at bay, and penned spells in acorn-shell ink.

It is said he could summon moonlight to guide lost travelers, and with a flick of his tail, turn a kernel of wheat into a feast fit for a king. But most curious of all was his staff — a twig of elderwood, bound with spider-silk and crowned with a single dewdrop that never fell.

Many came seeking his wisdom, and though his answers were often wrapped in riddles and squeaks, those who listened closely found they left not just wiser… but braver.

And somewhere, if you follow the silver path under the harvest moon, you might still hear the soft tap-tap of his staff on the forest floor.