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"Few natural forces are as devastating as hunger."
—Kaysa, Elder Druid of the Juniper Order

Not all elves embrace the pastoral life. Some still roam the forest's edge, forever making war against their hated enemies.

As magnigoth trees expanded across the sea into Almaaz and New Argive, it became clear Yavimaya's borders were never confined by its coastline.

The parched earth still shielded those few souls with the heart to call it home.

Her roots connect her to the forest's wishes.

"It is our third day of travel on the Yavimaya River, and still these creatures plague us. Davin Lansson, our naturalist, has facetiously labeled them 'gnats,' and the name has stuck."
—Disa the Restless, journal entry

For all its traps and defenses, Yavimaya has its havens, too.

Steel weapons hold a forbidden allure to some of the younger Yavimayans.

Kavu hunt prey in packs—one kavu hunts a pack of prey.

"When their community grows cluttered, thallids begin a traditional bobbing dance, then trek out in all directions."
—Sarpadian Empires, vol. III

Each time the saw blade bit, the tree spat it out.

To the long-lived treefolk, the Phyrexians invading again after only three centuries was as though they never left.

Anywhere else, colossal. In the forests of Yavimaya, commonplace.

"Multani's heart is a seed, and all of Yavimaya is its flower. There is as much life here as in the rest of Dominaria together."
—Karn

He craves only one commodity.

The warping of bodies and souls has become the heart of Yawgmoth's existence.

Centuries ago, a mad god offered a simple trade.