On a sleepy, uninhabited ice moon, the jakoosk slumbers until visitors happen by to disturb its peaceful existence. Stretching its enormous, snow-encrusted body, it glides out of the fog, a maw full of pointy, uneven yellow teeth snarling at whatever newcomer dares to disturb it, using its small, spindly legs to capture the offender and swiftly put an end to the annoyance.