Ben hesitated as he watched the creature.
'Wait… am I overestimating its intelligence?' he thought. 'Maybe it's not as smart as I thought.
Maybe it just copies movement, like a dog reacting to a trick, not real understanding.'
The creature's eyes flickered with confusion for a moment.
Then it slowly lifted its own limb.
Unlike Ben, its sharp nails cut a clear line into the mushroom's surface.
Ben's interest rose. 'This could be useful.' If he could tame this thing, then find more of them, they could become guards.
Maybe he could even breed them and start a ranch.
His thoughts cut off.
"ROOOARR!!!"
A heavy roar tore through the silence and shook the air.
Ben's head snapped toward the source.
[Your Krell Scout has perished!]
Moments before, he had sensed his Krell encountering something.
Now that presence was gone.
His grip tightened as his pickaxe materialized in his hand.
He prepared for combat.
The ground trembled.
