A short tempered, cowardly, flightless bird native to the jungles Tuatara, the wild f’nard is the quintessential waste of time.  Nearly impossible to catch, the bird while unable to fly can leap nearly 30meters in a single bound, and can run about 40mph.  The overly sensitive, and hyper paranoid birds flinch at the slightest disturbance so its close to impossible to catch one standing still.  Plump and muscular, the bird is a terrific tease, for if someone is to ever catch one, they will discover that its meat is probably the foulest in the galaxy, even when totally fresh.  The only people who seem the be able to stomach it, are the Tuatarans themselves, who love the f’nard meat.  And carry captive birds to other worlds to, release, hunt and eat later.  Unfortunately, the birds also multiply at an alarming rate, and can go from 5 or 6 birds to nearly a hundred in under a single year.  A single f’nard hen is responsible for the dozens that wander to forests of Pyrah after a group of Tuataran diplomats brought the bird as a gift, only to see it escape as soon as her cage was opened, having been impregnated by other birds during the flight she quickly laid her eggs and the infestation began.  Luckily for the locals, the Pyranese tiger cubs have also taken to hunting the birds; too young and inexperienced to know how terrible the birds taste, they keep their numbers under control while learning a valuable lesson.