Alligator

He’s always been the sweetheart of his sibs. He helped other groups, always like to show them the ways of gardening and everyone fell in love with him. He was cherished, well respected, and loved.
Years later, his troop (sibs) got sick in battle. His “coward” self watched them all die in front of him. He never was the same after. He didn’t speak to anyone at all after that. He was alone, in his little home now; no one ever bothered to check in on him… Ever.
He just sticks to his gardens and plants, the only thing that really could even spark some joy..