Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

Undeniably pleased that Ulf had agreed, he nudged him gently with his nose before he continued towards the tunnel; he kept a slow pace at first, eyes flitting between his friend and the tunnel's entrance. When he was certain nothing would suddenly collapse down on them and turn them into hamburger patties, he focused more fully on the path ahead. It was dimly lit, and inside the tunnel was colder than he had expected.
Much colder. Alarian shivered and moved to press against his companion; had either of them been any larger, there wouldn't have been enough room to walk side by side. As it was, the two barely fit. He slowed to a stop, drawing his nose briefly along one icy wall of the tunnel and watching his breath fog against it.
Strange, isn't it? He breathed, eyes flitting back to the wolfdog.