A vast forest of silver-barked trees running north-south along Aal Salma's eastern border, forming a natural boundary with Poum Titch. The wood of these trees is pale, almost white, and prized for shipbuilding—light, strong, and resistant to rot.
Logging camps work the northern reaches, sending timber down to Zamrat Aqabah's shipyards. The deeper portions of the Whitewood remain wild and largely unexplored. Travelers who stray from the main trails report disorientation, strange silences, and the sense of being watched. Most stay on the roads.
The Whitewood has become the primary route for refugees fleeing the Poum Titch civil war. They emerge from the tree line starving and traumatized, with stories of violence that grow worse with each wave.