Grwgnach

The murmurating flock become one terrible will — not a leader, but what the mob forgets itself into.

Solitary, huge, spirit, magical, mesmerizing. At sunset, starlings flock by the thousands, wheeling like living smoke. The grwgnach is the spirit of the mob, of the many becoming more than themselves, not a ruler of birds but what the flock becomes when each bird loses itself.

HP 27 · Armor 2

Whirlwind of pecks, claws, buffets d8+3 (hand, area, disadvantage)

Instinct: To absorb individual identity

Moves

Manifest in a murmuration of starlings
Strip a swath of land clean of seed, saplings, insects