A Glean is a limber, ferocious creature that at its maturity could easily dwarf even the densest of forests.
Carnivorous, and with an appetite that only grows to match its ever-swelling size, it hunts, slithering, silently, furtively, its flexible skin seamlessly adapting to the color of its environment. Spotting food, the Glean would silently unleash a toxin into the air through its many pores, paralyzing its prey before inevitably consuming it whole and alive.
Due to their almost insatiable appetite and immense size, a Glean could easily devour dozens of creatures of every shape and size within a single day and still have enough of a craving and space for even more.
For the Elves, with their keen senses, their unmatched strength, should one ever encounter the other - it was the perfect hunt.
Edit: I forgot to set a publishing time for this chapter, whoops. Better late than never though. My apologies.
Here we are, at the beginning of things when they really turn grim. look forward to what's to come.