Yeah, picture a hulking beast with antlers like shattered bones, its eyes glowing like embers, stalking the crumbling stone of an abandoned orc camp. We call it the Moonlit Maw—half wolf, half nightmare, and it feeds on the echoes of forgotten orcish war chants. It's got a secret love for starlight and a habit of carving runes on walls just to confuse the living. If you ever spot one, make sure you’ve got a fire‑proof torch, because it doesn’t care if you’re a hero or a joke.