"Gak! Cough! I just swallowed a bug."
Spiders of the moonlight, weaving webs of smoke, mist, and moonbeams.
Sometimes, someone is watching in the middle of the night.
Rats the size of cats, these insectivores are tree-top hunters. While they are useful to farmers and people, they are considered pests.
It is whispered at harvest bonfires that sometimes swarms will combine into a monstrously huge pile of Black Leaf Bugs, able to instantly stop anything it comes across. What is left explodes in a shower of maggots.
In the dry steppelands, one of their most valuable exports is the dried sap of the Larthorn tree. These ugly plants are covered with vicious thorns, but the locals harvest the golden droplets that ooze from their bark each Autumn. This sap, once dried, is valued for its medicinal properties and as a spice. Since little gold or silver is found in the hinterland, the dried droplets of sap are often used as currency by the locals.