Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

It was obvious he didn't mind the required closeness in the tunnel. In fact, he felt nice that perhaps his thick fur and body fat might keep the wolf warm. For there was no denying the coldness that the tunnel harboured.

He watched Alarian with care, making sure nothing went wrong. At the sight of the fog, his tail waved over his back. How interesting to see one's breath in the summer. Strange, yes. The wolfdog agreed with a small grin.

Ulf looked to his side of the tunnel. His own distorted reflection looking back at him. He could see it now, the blur of one eye. The canine did his best to not focus on it. He would try to recreate what Alarian had did instead. Stop he pressed his nose to the ice and breathed out his mouth.