Grimfeathers are Pufflins forged by hardship. Living along the storm-battered western shores, these feathered warriors sport dark violet hues and glacier-gray bellies. Their eyes are narrow, and their beaks often marked with battle scrapes or ceremonial paint. Though just as whimsical as their eastern cousins, their humor is darker—steeped in sarcasm, blunt truths, and macabre legends.
Grimfeather villages are half-dug into the cliffs or sealed behind icy boulders, accessible only by rope ladders or narrow ridges. Their axes are sharper, heavier, and often etched with claw-like runes or inlaid with shards of black volcanic stone. They treat battle as sacred ritual, performed with focus and honor.
They train from a young age in war chants, ice forging, and fish-skin armor weaving. While still prone to moments of mischief, Grimfeathers are less likely to laugh than they are to give you a stoic nod and hand you a slightly too-sharp herring.