A young cyclops, little more than a toddler, but already with a strong sense of purpose and responsibility.


Saffron is currently the only child in his tribe, which only produces progeny every few hundred years. As such, he is adored by all and subjected to the very varied parenting styles of all one hundred and seventy five members of the tribe, from austere and stern to smotheringly loving. He is eager to take his place in the tribe as a hunter and make all of his mammas and poppas proud.


Saffron speaks very fast and in a sort of pidgin that can be difficult to understand, but he seems to know a little bit of every language spoken in the Deep Dark Woods.  He often talks to himself.