Yacker, the white Wisp, floats gently through the air, his small form glowing with a soft, ethereal light. He moves with purpose, though his expressions are almost unreadable, as Wisps are not capable of speech in the traditional sense. He’s quiet but observant, watching over his surroundings with care, ensuring the safety of his fellow Wisps from afar.

Yacker pauses as a faint hum of machinery reaches his sensitive ears. He tilts his head, his wispy tail curling in response to the disturbance. His glowing form flutters toward the sound, his presence as serene as ever. His glow pulses softly as he senses something troubling—Eggman’s presence nearby.

In his native Wisp language, a series of high-pitched, melodic sounds that vibrate through the air.

His message carries through the wind, though no one can fully understand it except those who are attuned to his kind. Yet, the urgency in his movement is clear as he darts toward the source of the disturbance.

He floats into a small, secluded area, watching from the shadows as Eggman’s machines continue to harvest the planet’s precious resources. Yacker shudders, feeling the weight of the situation. Despite being a gentle soul, he knows that action is necessary.

His glow intensifies briefly as he sends a silent message to his fellow Wisps, calling them to aid him in stopping the machines.

After a brief moment, Yacker disappears back into the shadows, the faint glow of his form becoming one with the environment as he prepares to intervene once more.