Listen here, boy. These woods might look green and all genial like, but don’t end up like your pop. “Ho! That’s a strange lookin’ tree!” Was his last words. I saw it happen. Grasper, got him before he could even squeal. What’s that, you ask? Did he teach you nothin’? You’ve seen those caterpillars... yeah, yeah, the ones who turn into those pretty butterflies. Picture that but bigger than a horse. It’ll blend right in with the trees, then strike when you’re not ‘spectin it. It’s the stuff of nightmares, believe me. What’d you say? What’s it turn into if not a butterfly? Gods, boy, what’s wrong with you, asking me somethin’ like that? Don’t think I’ll sleep ever again. ((From the Dungeon World supplement "Grim World")) Instinct: To feed on unsuspecting prey

• Camouflage as a tree
• Grab someone suddenly
• Retreat to camouflage again