It somehow figured that her 'last meal' would be ruined by crytids. Every other event of her life had been. From her first birthday all the way to senior prom.

But Danielle knew there was a time and a place for wallowing. This? Not it.

Her gun was out in a flash, but she didn't fire. Guns so rarely did more than piss off most cryptids anyway. And this one was looking strangely serene for a critter that had just been caught in the act. "Put her down," she commanded, her voice going a good octave lower, as it often did in the heat of the moment. Meanwhile, in her mind, a card catalog was flipping frantically as she tried to ID the monster.

There was something in the lore about skin like that...

What was it?