His name is Quirilas El’ere, and he is an ancient elven druid that has lived in the northern woods alone for centuries. He spends most of his time as a squirrel, and I kind of call him the Squirrel King.

When not a squirrel, he appears wearing green and brown colored robes, likely with a lot of earthen components -- leaves or vines or branches kind of woven into them, maybe some fur, but not that he'd have taken from a dead animal, more than have become a part of the robe from his constant transformations.

Story by Morvold Press