Whimlings
In the forests of Vhalandar scurry the Whimlings—a name given to the many small, rodent-like creatures that flit between root and branch. Though varied in shape and habit, they share the same spark of quickness: bright eyes, nimble paws, and a mischievous energy that binds them to the living pulse of the woods.
Some, like the Niblyns, dwell in leaf-dim hollows and carry warmth wherever they wander. Others, like the Tuffets, curl in mossy nests and soothe the earth with their quiet presence. Still others, like the winged Thirrels, race through the canopy, scattering seeds and laughter as they go. Yet beyond these, the forest harbors countless more—small kin half-glimpsed in undergrowth or fleeting through twilight, their names still unknown to scholars.
What unites them is not form, but spirit. Whimlings are keepers of subtle magic: they stir the forest’s growth, scatter its harvest, and weave wonder into its silence. To encounter one is to glimpse the forest in miniature—restless, playful, and alive with secrets.
Niblyns
In the leaf-dim edges of Vhalandar live the Niblyns—small, bright-eyed creatures with tufted manes and whiskers long enough to tickle moonlight. By day they nest in warm hollows; by dusk they wander softly, listening to the forest as if it were a story being told. Some are winged, drifting from stump to branch in slow, careful arcs, while their ground-dwelling kin map safe paths along the moss. Where Niblyns pass, you’ll find neat piles of polished seeds, a leaf folded like a cup, or whisker-marks drawn in dew. Shy of being held yet fond of company, they are thought of as little keepers of comfort—carriers of warmth who make any quiet corner feel like home.
Tuffets
Hidden in the mossy hollows of Vhalandar dwell the gentle Tuffets. Small and round, with coats soft as velvet moss, they curl into secret nests by day and wake at dusk to wander the forest floor. Their passing is known by quiet signs: a polished seed, grass bending where none walked, a low hum that soothes restless roots. Some rare Tuffets are born with delicate wings, gliding from branch to branch like leaves on a night breeze. Where a Tuffet rests, the wild feels softer, safer, and at peace.
Thirrels
High among the branches of Vhalandar’s autumn forests live the Thirrels, curious creatures marked by their bushy tail and delicate wings. When the wind rustles through the trees, it often carries the flutter of their wings as they leap from branch to branch, chasing acorns and glimmers of sunlight. The Thirrels are creatures of energy and playfulness, never still for long. By day they scurry through the canopy, their sound like crackling leaves. By dusk they gather in small groups, curling their fluffy tails around themselves for warmth. Scholars believe the Thirrels are keepers of the harvest season — where they dwell, the oaks and maples are said to grow tall and strong, their seeds spread far by playful paws and fluttering wings. Some say a wandering traveler who earns the trust of a Thirrel may never go hungry, for the creature will lead them to food and shelter hidden deep within the forest.