The Scrub Planet (I dreamed this last night)

He landed by accident on the Scrub. His navigation system must have been affected by the radiation. By the time he realized, it was too late to apply afterburner and break free of the powerful gravitational field. Luckily, the safety systems were intact and he glided to the surface light as a feather.
As he climbed out, he remembered the tales of humanoid life on the Scrub. They were said to be human-like with a faint blue and orange glow. Supposedly friendly, no one had actually returned from such a visit. The danger here was the left over radiation.
The land was dry and cracked and devoid of life. He was glad he had emptied the cockpit food dispenser of all non-perishables and stocked up heavily on water. It looked to be a long and lonely walk.
He marched toward a faint purple rise in the landscape for four "days". The fact that daylight came and went here every four hours would take a little getting used to. Loneliness began to overtake him, but he was not alone.
They scuttled back and forth, just out of his line of sight. Eight-legged creatures with long brown furry snouts. The legs were black and had long stiff hair, while the muzzle ended in a mouth full of large canine-like teeth. The most disquieting feature had to be the glowing, intelligent eyes.
As time passed, the creatures became bolder. They began cutting back and forth in front of his path. He was so terrified by their appearance that he didn't realize they were attempting to herd him away from the humanoid settlement on the rise. His response was to change direction to avoid them, completely unaware that they had him surrounded with their rearguard out of sight.
One morning, he awoke to see one of them sitting a mere five feet away. The creature didn't stir, it just sat there calmly observing him. This encounter did much to sooth his nerves, he had sensed the intelligence behind the eyes. Creatures that had intellect could be dealt with much easier than blindly instinctual animals.
As he sat up, he could feel the creature trying to mentally communicate with him. It was sending some sort of mewling wet heavy thoughts his way that he had no chance to decipher. The only thing he could sense is that it was terribly hungry. He reached in his pack and pulled out a small nutritional pack. The weird glowing eyes followed every move. As he unwrapped it the creature came closer and sniffed expectantly.
He slowly tossed the morsel toward the creature's feet. It jumped, briefly startled, and then lowered it's muzzle and ravenously fed. The creature looked up when it was finished and made a sound not unlike a cat meowing. He thought he could see gratitude in it's eyes.
The sound obviously meant something to the other creatures around him. He watched in rapt amazement as seven others gradually appeared and entered his little camp from all angles. They all sat down in a circle around him and patiently waited for him to feed them too. He was not afraid as the collie-spiders surrounded him,(that's what they looked like, after all) but he was overwhelmed by the host of alien voices now trying to make contact all at once.
He fed them all, feeling not like a man feeding a stray dog or cat, but more like a park visitor on Earth sneaking food to the bears. As they ate, he could sense a sort of mental hum of satisfaction. One by one, they curled up and went to sleep after eating, still in the rough circle around him.
Four hours later a new dawn arose. He awoke to the same strange humming in his mind. Languidly he began to stretch for the new day, but he couldn't seem to move. The humming seemed to be getting louder and louder. As he struggled to open his eyes, he realized he was paralyzed. The creatures were around him, feeding. Their bite had done its job and immobilized him. It did not however, mask the pain. He looked downward and could see them opening his chest and tearing out huge strips of flesh. His last gibbering thought before the mercy of death was that the creatures were still loudly humming in gratitude.