Spring is almost upon us so let's look at one last wintry fella!

Oramur is a wanderer, the last of his tribe as it has crumbled with the times. A wise healer, he scours the snowfields and tundras to aid others and pass on his knowledge. What appears to be glitter covering his antlers, hands and feet is actually the powder of a rare plant, said to protect against any injury when applied. This topical medicine is one of his tribe's treasures, so whenever he sheds his antlers, he always grinds off the powder to reuse, until he much search for more of this secretive plant.

The bells he wears are to alert others to his presence, so he doesn't sneak up on any weary travelers. They also produce a calm tone to soothe those in distress.

I made Oramur using art of Rodrick, with some help from Starsinger!