Years ago, the Savage Mother had taken a liking to Dewy, a simple field mouse native to the goddess' grove, who had shown an unusual resilience.

Perhaps it was his quiet reverence for the cycles of life, or his deep respect for the seeds that sprouted in spring and the crops that bloomed in summer, but whatever it was, the goddess had gifted him speech.

With her divine blessing, Dewy was able to deliver the goddess’s words to mortals, an honor he held dear. Due to Dewy's devotion to the goddess, the Savage Mother appointed him as her herald, tasking him with announcing the coming of spring to her worshippers, who'd then prepere for her arrival into the mortal plane.

Dewy is a cherished guest in your temple, the pitter patter of his steps and the rustling of his leafy cloak brings peace, not to mention, you enjoy holding the little guy, as much as he complains.