Permafrost Hollows locked up, naked with socks

Wherein Zephyr notices the danger, Kratos sees the thrill. His interest ignited by the curiosity and wonder he’d seen in the wraith’s eyes. So he fuels on, dipping within the cavern. Hanging from the ceiling are a multitude of icicles; some no bigger than a racoon, others a moose. It is unlike anything the dragon has seen.
The blue sheen, too, illuminates the cave, where most would be dark, light still finds its way into the tunnels. Kratos slows his pace, brushing his tail along Zephyr’s shoulder as if to reassure. For all he knows, however, he could have just smacked the poor silver in the face with it. A love tap.