The Metal Monkey believed in flight before fight, and ran and ran until it was alone with the trees of the forest. It stayed here in serene solitude. It would not leave. Now it is merely a cold, forgotten shell. But nature shows no remorse, its pace is not to be stalled. And the empty husk can run no more.

The Muttshroom give the impression of a solid family structure. But it begs the question if these Muttshroom are individuals or just a familiar conceit of one organism? No mycelia stretch between the dogs so it would appear that this is a family and pet enjoying the independence of the wild. They have not fallen victim to the overwhelming sedentary drive of their fungus halves. They will revel in each other, the hunt, and the fresh air... not just the soil.

The Plague Rat of Doom. Perhaps he is lunging in for an attack, or skipping merrily throughout the sewers.