Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

He watched with a slight smile as Ulf mimicked his actions, brushing his tail softly against the other before he pressed forward again. The tunnel was winding, becoming wider and more narrow by turns. Their path sloped downward, the walls of the tunnel breaking into rough, icy stone as they continued. Somehow, it got a little colder.
Then, suddenly, Alarian stopped; just ahead of them the tunnel widened, opening into a yawn to reveal a stony underground chamber. The air around them was damp, frosted. Melted ice gathered in indentations worn into the stone over years, overflowing and trickling in thin, silvery veins across the ground beneath them. Above them, sharp crystalline structures pointed almost threateningly from the ceiling.
After several long moments of silent awe, he took a few steps forward— then turned his head, his glittering champagne gaze finding Ulf. Slowly, he lowered his head to the pool of water nearest him— and with a swift toss of his nose across the surface, pitched a small shower of droplets at the wolfdog. A slightly impish grin curved his lips, tail swishing behind him.