Still Creepy

Álarr rubbed at his nose with his paw, wiping away the glowing mucus before laying his head down on his legs to rest. He'd only rested for a moment when a startled squeak from up in the trees and a small thud caught his attention. He looked up to see a strange red raccoon. A strange raccoon that threw a rock at him! Álarr jerked his head to the side to avoid impact and quickly got to his feet. "Hey! What's the big idea?" He'd just been sitting down to rest, surely he wasn't giving off the impression that he was a threat. He eyed the raccoon, noting it had a deep infection with the ooze. Well, he wasn't terribly surprised. It seemed anything and everything was capable of being infected by this strange illness.