This relative small forest is almost entirely made up of hardwoods. The most prized of these is a straight, tall tree called the larch. This timber is quite valuable, and finds its way to many far off cities down river. A couple small communities of woodsmen call this forest home. Nothing more dangerous than wild dogs and the occasional boar calls these woods home. The southern edge of the forest is bounded by a road of sorts, used by rare caravans and little else. The northern edge of the wood hugs the Churnwash. Harvested timber is usually dragged here and floated to Tilburne.