Type
poison bog
A sunken, purple-flowered bog where everything that grows is poisonous and most of what moves is too. Dace Kettleby lives here by choice and seems fine. Mostly.
Snails the size of a loaf with gardens growing on their shells. Slow, harmless and — according to Wren — very competitive.
Purple-banded snakes that lie among the foxglove and look exactly like it.
A cat-shaped tangle of thorn and bramble that hunts gatherers in the fog. You hear it as a rustle that stops when you stop.