I know this isn’t related to the creature too much, but if you are writing multiple part stories in the comments, and say “You might remember me from blah blah blah”, you need to stop. No one knows who you are. Know one cares. Just stop.
It was a dark night on the island, and Bob was foolishly exploring away from his 1 by 1 thatch base. He heard a soft rustling in the leaves, and suddenly, he saw a hand with 3 long claws.