Goosekenecht

Goosekenecht has led his patrols through mud, mist, and fire, feathers damp but pride unshaken.
He knows every swamp and hidden path like the back of his wing. Orders barked, strategies laid, Goose moves with the calm of one who has seen every trap and every betrayal. His recruits — young and eager, or weary and scarred — trust his judgment, even when fear runs thick.
In battle, Goosekenecht is the eye in the storm, the blade that guides his flock, and the voice that holds them together when the marsh itself seems alive with death.