Saffra of Crumbhollow appears when the trail goes quiet and your pack smells like promises. She slips between aspens like a rumor, all white mane and long dark horns, with bright eyes that catch the smallest crinkle of a wrapper from an impossible distance. People call her a diva because she acts like the mountain belongs to her, and honestly, it sort of does.
If you leave your snacks unattended, Saffra will steal your snacks. If you leave your camp unattended, she will raid it with theatrical precision, taking exactly what will annoy you most and leaving behind nothing but a few perfect hoofprints and the faintest scent of pine sap. The old hikers’ trick is to offer her the first bite on purpose, like a tribute, and speak to her politely as if she’s the owner of the campsite. Do that and she might spare your rations. She might even lead you to water. But if you act entitled, she will remind you what the wilderness thinks of entitlement.
Saffra is composed of Navajo Churro fleece from a Diné shepherd in Arizona and the fleece may have some small bits veggie matter in it as the sheep live a happy life out in the brush and desert. Saffra’s feet were molded by my hands and casted in resin. She is completely bendable to your will.
She stands 2’0” tall from hoof to top of her head, 2’6” from hoof to horn and can free stand on her own.
Saffra of Crumbhollow appears when the trail goes quiet and your pack smells like promises. She slips between aspens like a rumor, all white mane and long dark horns, with bright eyes that catch the smallest crinkle of a wrapper from an impossible distance. People call her a diva because she acts like the mountain belongs to her, and honestly, it sort of does.
If you leave your snacks unattended, Saffra will steal your snacks. If you leave your camp unattended, she will raid it with theatrical precision, taking exactly what will annoy you most and leaving behind nothing but a few perfect hoofprints and the faintest scent of pine sap. The old hikers’ trick is to offer her the first bite on purpose, like a tribute, and speak to her politely as if she’s the owner of the campsite. Do that and she might spare your rations. She might even lead you to water. But if you act entitled, she will remind you what the wilderness thinks of entitlement.
Saffra is composed of Navajo Churro fleece from a Diné shepherd in Arizona and the fleece may have some small bits veggie matter in it as the sheep live a happy life out in the brush and desert. Saffra’s feet were molded by my hands and casted in resin. She is completely bendable to your will.
She stands 2’0” tall from hoof to top of her head, 2’6” from hoof to horn and can free stand on her own.