GONE FOR SPRING (20$)

Every time spring comes, the artic north gives a shudder as it  passes over the tundra, three pairs of wings seemingly entwined within  the wind. The bells the people have hung up seemly cry out as it passes  over, and the people know for the spring and summer months, their forest  guardian shall not return yet, for it has business elsewhere. With both  high hopes and heavy hearts, they await for its crimson eyes and  verdant wings to bring its crowning ring of pine trees back once again.

Lore by Kinquail 
Lined by Kinquail, Colored by Quadrupedal