Description

Nobody told the first hatchling of the bobtail griffon to be careful what it wished for, so when it said it would trade anything for the ability to fly, the Dryad of Rotmoth was eager to trade for the beast's sight and marrow. Bobtail griffons now navigate their world in darkness, led only by the whisker-like feathers protruding from their head. Not needing the sun, they are a crepuscular species that thrives in the early setting of the winter sun.