The Fabeht, it's like a centipede, you know those little things that squirm away when you turn over a rock? Yeah that, but six feet long. Stories of its gnashing mandibles are told by every traveler down the dark mountain passes. But it's ok, it's not like it's in my house... right? Instinct: To devour Instinct: To Feed

• Scuttle: Squirm and wriggle out of percived danger.