We saved a lot of innocent little creatures that would have suffered horrible fates, AND we discovered the beast tamer has a name! It is Chris. His careful planning will protect a bunch more in the future and keep the caverns healthier.

"I guess I'm a mama now? I will hurt anyone who touches my mushpup.. this is a promise not a threat..."

Log 6-24

A warped sketch of a strange mushroom with a tongue lolling out, alongside a smear of ink. A tag of 'Mushdog' in rigid scrawl, and a serial number on the side.

'We went past the city perimeter and explored a mushroom forest, set up some traps to keep the specimens safe, but at our arrival we came across something grim. We decided to rescue what was left of the dogs,'

There's a drawing depicting something curled over in a small enclosed cove, and a few somethings wriggling over it.

'We left none of them behind. It will be much safer in the city than these wilds,'

There's an addition of a tail-less mushroom, wide mouthed and screaming, climbing and licking another figure. Multiple other sketches of figures that were present in the encounter run along the page, as with an update of the map beyond city limits.

Nearing the bottom, a careful drawing of some mushpuppies, much too small when compared to the arm that craddled them.

In what seems to be a fresher coat of ink, 'Ah right, I named this one Truffle.' Is written in a tired hand paired with an arrow pointed to one of them. It seems this Truffle is slightly thinner than the other ones. There's notes on trying to figure out its diet, from wax candles to other mushroom species, then settling on what might be a design for a compost bin. Chances are it will be much healthier in the near future.

At the bottom are the initials 'A.A', nearby multiple pawprints going into and fading out of the page.