In the moonlit barn, the First Woolyburglars creep through hay and hush — eyes glowing, claws curled, candy clutched in secret mischief.
Invocation
In the Orchard domain, the Woolyburglars return as laughter — leaf‑masked lambs trotting through apples and clover, turning fear into play.The young Woolyburglars reenact their legend — leaf masks crooked, giggles echoing, jars of candy waiting for the next pretend heist.