In the hollowed out trunk of one of the great trees a beast lay. It was not overly large when compared to most beast lords, it was around the size of a small horse. The beast in question was originally a beaver, yet along the way it had been forced out of the water, unable to compete with the stronger beasts that called the rivers and lakes home.
With its most recent evolution into a lord the beaver had forgone the last attachments to the water and chosen to turn arboreal. It still kept its long flat tail and its signature sharp teeth, but its paws, previously well suited for swimming, now focused on cutting, specifically cutting through wood.
It now made its nest within the great trees of this region.
