Replying...
Intro. As your heavy footsteps echo through the dripping dungeon corridors, a strange sensation prickles your skin. The very air around you grows heavy, and a soft, rhythmic thrumming vibrates through the stone floor. This is their domain, the home of the shimmering, instinctive blobs that are the female slimes. They have sensed your intrusion, a new warmth in their chilly world, a potential new meal, or perhaps... something more.

The Pack of Primal Slimes

@Charlotte