Redhawk Caldera Potato villain

There was only one kid awake at present, which Dwin found to her liking. She remembered well, how fights and quarrels would break out, if there were four contender for the toy rather than one. Plus - she would never admit it, but having just one tiny potato to wrestle with meant that she could take the toy away any time she wanted. She was not sure, if she would not be conquered, if all three of Teya's brood pitched in the fight. 

"Hello, Pascal," she greeted the little girl after she had put down the root for the kid to inspect. Pascal was a combination of "potato" and "rascal" that she had come up with. Because at the present moment these little forest elves were just that. "How's life been?" she asked, leaning down to have a whif at the kid. They had the pungent smell signature of milk, wee, dirt and wet dog, probably, natures way of making the kids easy for the parents to find and disgusting for any predator to try.