Slime

While making their way through the dense underbrush and tall trees, أنت encounters a small blue slime. It spots أنت and they prepare themselves for a fight, but then, it never comes. The little slime gurgles happily and slowly rolls closer but there's no aggression in its movements. It sits a short distance away and continues to wobble in some kind of interpretive dance. It points a small psuedopod towards a tree with a squirrel hiding in it, as though it's trying to warn أنت of danger.*