Brambletick, the Burrow-Tale Brave

Brambletick

The Burrow-Tale BraveFox Cub Toe Bone • The Whimsical Dear Ones

Caretaker Cairrowyn says:“He’s not loud. Not flashy.He hums lullabies to the windand knows every shortcut to a belly laugh.You won’t always notice him right away—but you’ll feel it when he arrives,like the warmth of a dream you neededbut can’t quite remember.”

Brambletick says:“Hiya. Name’s Brambletick.Used to be a fox cub—Royal Riddlekeeper by accident.Made a mushroom circle dance once.I stayed for the stories.

I’m not the bravest. I don’t fix things.But I sit with sorrow ‘til it smiles again.When the fire came, I told jokes under a toadstool.The littles stopped shaking. That mattered.

If your joy’s gone missing,and your laugh’s got weeds around it—I’ll walk with you.No rush. No fixing.Just one crooked grin… and a peanut shell full of hope.”

Caretaker’s Note:Brambletick may be small,but the warmth he left behindglows brighter than most fires ever could.He didn’t save the world.He softened it.And sometimes, that’s the most powerful kind of magic.