The trails slip around their bodies like small roads, pathways for future travel, likely to be forgotten quickly. The spongy bodies of the fungal folk were perfect conduits for the snails to wander about on.
Their facial feelers wiggle about happily, riding on the capped heads of red and white until a particularly tasty leaf comes into view. The fungal folk have little to do with their time besides tending to the snails and cultivating their spores in small patches, so they stroll about content to let the snails explore at a faster pace than they could on their own.