Willow was taking a tremendous risk and she knew it. No sorcerer had ever returned from their quest to obtain The Seven Star-Wrought Tablet holding the secrets of the Old Ones. Hidden deep within a hidden grotto within the Antarctic, the weather alone kept back all but the most foolhardy and desperate.
Willow considered herself a little of both.
But the reason none had returned stood before her now, gnawing at the recesses of her mind. The amorphous blob of psuedopods constantly ejected small creature from its mass, only to reabsorb the majority of them back into its vastness.
This was the source of mortal animals.
Crossover with the Cthulhu Mythos.