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I don't know, He admitted softly, tail wagging; it was evident from his tone that he didn't mind not knowing at all. Before he could speak further, something caught his eye— the entrance to a tunnel, near to the base of the mountain. It was carved of ice, likely not the most stable thing in the world. Alarian glanced back at Ulf for the dozenth time, debating.
Well, when in doubt, ask. Do you want to go in there? He couldn't hide the eagerness in his tone as he gestured towards his discovery, but if Ulf said no, surely they would find something else to entertain them.